Poems from the
the light of day . . .
There is a civil war,
it lies unacknowledged under lies.
In the depths of madness
the sane are lurking terrified.
The dead lie all around, crowded
in a cultivated field of hypocrisy.
How can such a hollow emptiness
be so full of emptiness . . .
Science is our god, they are its priests,
I am a heretic and this, heresy.
In the institutions you can't tell the difference
between the politicals and the insane;
everyone babbles the same refrain:
`they are watching.'
The dead will remember the times that they died
until the day that you kill them.
The Nuremberg Code:
Ten principles, two pages - ultimately more words
moral and principle cease.
© D. Winter 2001
© D. Winter 1998 - 2008