A twisted little poem about the world today and how faith, and fate, is being challenged. |
-Grand Was The Façade- by Keaton Foster Grand was the façade A windswept landscape Of beautiful things Now it’s all unkempt Everything is wasted Unhinged are the ideas Disheveled are our values We are lost in the wilderness Of our shared existence Destruction has become A deity unto itself Devine is its right To destroy what belongs Laying waste to truth Dismantling every lie Tearing things far and wide Leaving beings fighting life Questioning faith As if it’s a lie cleverly told Wondering why Towards an empty sky It was not always like this Nope Once we were all free Once many of us were saved Redeemed creatures burdened All of us had glorious dreams Living out our lives indeed But then something changed Something was replaced Leaving us in a spiral Down we went in denial As the world around us Fell further into disrepair And now There is no saving The fate of such beings We are doomed By our chosen ways What we now see Is abundantly real Grand was the façade Idle stands a man He has no hands He shakes like a leaf Afraid of what is coming Close by there’s a road Forever onward does it go Never will he know What is down there Beyond darkness and fear Out beyond that horizon Out beyond a greater distance Past the choices of himself And every other in doubt He, that man Is a symbol A tragic figure Living within the perilous light What was once fake What once allowed Peace, hope, and faith Has been misplaced Torn and laid At the altar of our mistakes Grand was the façade Now reality has come to bear Down upon those So many broken Many more forsaken Faith is not as it was Hope is not as it should be In between all of us seem Not sure where to go Not sure if it’s ok to move We are afraid of the choices And the ramifications Of those unmade choices Grand was the façade No longer… Grand Was The Façade Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015. |