The Followers

Plod your way where yet again
Your steps escape not each stare
Weigh heights
Weigh frights
For the very fiends who reign
To know what one ever dared
Denied
Confide
To rake reason from the game
To gain the given gross stance
That rapes
That drapes
The mad message that pours shame
Upon those that had the chance.

Hear how holy some heads stand
While sights some have have become
Assured
Obscured
By the motive most demand
Obeying only the numb
Portrayed
Conveyed
By the leaders of all eyes
Who grant how worshipers bleed
Abject
Respect
For the fear found in such cries
On which woe and madness feed.

But bestow a bounty here
To marry reason and rage
About
Devout
Where among us walks a clear
Meant message from a good page
Truth casts
Truth lasts
So what will burn becomes what
Real value rendered by those
Saviors
Purveyors
Who grasp how subtext should shut
What doomed faith would never close.

RVM                  (4/26/12)