The first poem from my book Art Of Disillusionment. I hope you enjoy, and I look forward to your feedback.
Interpretation gets lost in translation.
Speaking in tongue, ambiguously
avoiding the question. Deceiver
of the times—no different than those
who came before him.
Once asked about his vision, he
replied that he only had the purest
of intentions. An instrument of death,
leading the lamb to the slaughterhouse;
Demigod—his smile on every
television set. The vision
of the community blurred into a frenzy.
Rock star—his song no different
than those who came before him.