From across the fence

Events danced their way into the arena
In preparation of a newest member
Craved by the hands of actions
Documents of man’s consciousness
Going through the history of time
Searching the pages of memory, seeing mountains of greed
observing schemes of deception, multiple shrouds of ingrained division
Colors of the past in facts.

Fantastic sight.
Their diligence surfaced. A good sign?
Periodic show of interest
Unprepared for the end being sought
Worrying. Worrying without work. Working without wit. Witty without truth.
Paradoxical. Where lies salvation?

Bearing in mind the philosophy of nothing
Saying maybe yesterday can’t change, today
Saying maybe you’re unchanged today from yesterday. Tyranny on the freedom of souls. Performances of politicking.
Small boy on Okada, both hands, four fingers raised. What does he even understand?
That everything fluctuates
That allegiances are only for the now
That shiny clothes are celebrated
That thinking minds are left alone
Cold in the corners of inconsideration. Honesty, hanging from the gallows of sentiments.
Conscience took a stroll and has refused to return
Sitting in a pool of attempts
Efforts of a people sabotaged by themselves, what can they result to?
Prayers! Fire! Prayers! In repetition!
Until thy kingdom come!