A Call to Arms

 madness blankets the earth
     [ponderous, stifling]
sanity sleeps lightly
               in the margins
                                   on its border
                   like a silk binding –
             poetry a grace note
      in some thundering overture
           to a hoped-for Humanity

 the coda to hypocrites’ prayers
          can never be
       a more allegedly
                 sincere devotion
         [however sweet the tune]
    but the demolition of those fictions
 that are the resurgent pharoahs’ tools
            of enslavement
                 and alienation

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