Servitude

Angry eyes die when waves wash footsteps free from blame.

A veil of darkness shrouds the passing day in jealous joy.

Souls for sale to the devil at bargain prices.

To bless is worth less than a caress and faith little help in raising the dead.

The gap between ambition and greed is slim.

What the day discloses the night forgets.

Human dignity torn and tarnished. A violin without any strings.

The sexy sway of a gorgeous gal to the hypnotic rhythm of a drum .

Anxious ripples grow into tidal waves of discontent.

The river moving sullenly is swallowed by the ocean.

Dreams are born with lies in fantasyland.

Pretence deceives the logic of reality with a passing fancy. 

The hypocrites are howling like coyotes before slinking away to reappear as chameleons in Congress.

Moments merge with memories of sunlight flickering between the leaves of trees.

Surreptitiously creeps the night the clock crows midnight chimes.