Grapple For The Ring

 
distressed faded glory is hanging limp  
with a yoke shackled to its greed  
unwept soldiers of Nod walk as zombies  
without food or bed  
 
Maddening crimson  
the color flowing in the streets  
The delusion crisp clean linen  
spouted from the pulpit  
with an eye to brainwash the masses  
 
Darkness prevails and I look away  
what a coward  
I seek absolution from the blue sky  
may they be blue forever  
 
Green is the color of jealousy  
green the color of nuclear energy  
money and military  
 
Jealousy first entered in the Garden grieving  
Earth a beautiful mosaic  
created with an artist's eye  
A mystery was our darling Eve  
dazzling to spy  
 
An angelic host of 13  
made a pack  
and took brides to them each  
the first war to our mind's knowledge  
 
I guess the real mystery resides here  
what were these angels guarding against?  
had our father created something wicked  
from which the humans needed protection  
 
The war machine keeps turning  
a grapple for the land  
Secrets of heaven taught to mankind  
Magic, Metallurgy, and the secret of clouds  
Is there an energy among us  
should we all be in shrouds?  
 
Something is amiss  
of this I can attest  
my heart is bothered  
 
A metaphor here exists