Rules are to be broken
Laws disobeyed
Total freedom
Rejection of all but the self
On a high pedestal
Anarchy supplanted by dictatorial
Magical oratory bedazzles
Drowned out by horrific percussion
All so futile.
Deadly, bloody
Each has followers
Spurn the rational
The compromise, the balance
Stirred by body chemicals
Like rubber bands
Stretch from one extreme to another
Unseen turmoil
Deadly storm on the horizon
Nature omnipotent
Kneel, bow down, and prostrate yourself
We are but sands of grain
Washed, tossed, sun-burned
All so transitory
Some live more than once
Our shadow blinks and disappears
Into ashes from the mold of birth
Ever yearning