Protesters yell to an empty wall
a faceless enemy to whom nobody cares
a one sided. Pointless. Battle.

“Out! Out! Brief Candle. Life is but a walking shadow”
says a man of no bliss
a martyr to nothing more than the actors of his plays

Argument. Nothing more than extinguishing flame with fire
but the fire in their rebellious hearts roars
for barriers of ignorance block the flood of intellect

A new cross. Built of wires, televisions, and radios
a new home for parasites of lies, where the brain should be

Noah didn't part another sea to help hope's path
nor has Nabbana been open for our Divided States of Embarrassment
but do not worry, their lies will make you feel free.

“It is a tale told by an idiot. For its sound and Fury signifying nothing”