The Truth, a fateful brakeless train,
Has run amok and kills
Both brain and brainless;
Spine and spineless;
Sifts and shifts and swills
The blood of many lies
Upon the tracks of time.
Because there is no time
To cover up and paint our orange face.
It is — or was at least — a race.
And once that banging gun
Announced the start of all this fun
Instead of pushing off against the blocks,
With all our mighty might
And sprinting down the field in flight
Arms and heart together pumping
Like an Usain Bolt from the blue…
Instead of sprinting to and through the tape
We waved our hands and shook our locks
And called this deadly fight:
“A friendly little spat —
Well, that’s that then, I guess.”
So now we face a hapless mess.
This baseless face; this faceless base
As frivolous as a rape;
As friendly as a shark
Who loves to leave his mark
By chopping off an arm or two
And leave you bleeding red in blue.
And when all is said and done,
How did we ever think that this was all for fun?
How did we think a clown would do
When what we needed was a bolt of blue?
An ocean of lies has made us all dimmer;
And each of us is now a lonely swimmer
In a murky sea of unseen sharks and death.
I may see you on the other side of breath.
Now, we must hold hands across the space
That binds us all; blinds us all; and all without a touch.
The mask is unmasked and beneath the face
We find there’s nothing’s there. It’s all devoid and bare.
We left so much on the gilded legless table
Pretending the genius really was quite stable.
One last chance, we have to care.
One last chance, we have to dare
To call a spade a spade; to say what’s true.
What happens next is up to me — and up to you.
Open the shutters and throw up the sash!
Sing to each other — for each is a brother!
Don’t sweat the cash & don’t sweat the crash.
Focus on love — and love one another!