DESOLATION YOUTH -Copyright Robert Fullarton 2015

DESOLATION YOUTH

-Copyright Robert Fullarton 2015

They walked down

To town in Sunday finery

From the cobbled balustrade of dreams

In black cloak

The gowns

Touching towns

Were filled with violence

And great terror

That tore the innocent apart

When the people of the dark

Came out to face the day

Their masks came off

And faces melted

In leprosy, hypocrisy and sheer insanity

The screeching violins play out

The human staccato

Dances to the game

Every limb of the lame

Is torn to pieces

By the wild dogs

In the great dark night

The torch bearers march the streets of night

Looking for a lame lad

To give the cause a fight

For all that’s wicked and all that’s bad.

An uneasy peace continues

While trickles of violence

Fill a future vat of fear

That leads the way to Golgotha

The sword bearers declare evil

To be good

And good to be evil

The sword bearers

Declare murder

To be holy

And love

To be heresy

The sword bearers come in arms

And have the town folk in shivers

The former Eden in your heart,

The lost light of your soul

And feather soft comfort

Evaporated against

A night that spread

In premonition

From the mouths

Of seemingly deaf

And blind madmen

To whom the masked

Counts and marquis

Laughed and scoffed to eternity

The game of apes

And animals

The cold unfeeling, desensitised automaton

Dangled in the shadows

And lost its heart

Amid the coming of the generations,

They said unto themselves

“we created ourselves

And no one else”

Who can shut

The garrulous mouth

Of the media

That declares to us

What is right and wrong

In complex hypnosis

And magnified entertainment

The invasive opinion

That never ends

That is the enemy of peace

And destroyer of happiness

The desolation of youth

hand in hand

with the fall of heaven,

the burning of the elysium fields

is but a season

in the waiting for the final

leaves to fall

and the winter to begin