Blasphemy
When rays of bright sun pierce my mind’s night
And Leaves twist together for Caesar’s wreath
When the brick makers hearth sends out a smoke
The blasphemy of it delivers a final stroke
When the happiest boy on earth rides a donkey
When a hurt friend lets out a painful melody
When a hurtling truck lets out its crass cacophony
The blasphemy of it renders everything phony
When the cold breeze dries a cold sweat
When a tired body catches that well deserved breath
When a restaurant sends out yesterday’s food down the drain
The blasphemy of it drive the whole moment insane
And Leaves twist together for Caesar’s wreath
When the brick makers hearth sends out a smoke
The blasphemy of it delivers a final stroke
When the happiest boy on earth rides a donkey
When a hurt friend lets out a painful melody
When a hurtling truck lets out its crass cacophony
The blasphemy of it renders everything phony
When the cold breeze dries a cold sweat
When a tired body catches that well deserved breath
When a restaurant sends out yesterday’s food down the drain
The blasphemy of it drive the whole moment insane
3 comments:
Indeed a good description of morning and how it gets insane. Generally we feel the things and forget. You have explained even the small things with a visible prominence and the slight feelings behind it.
nice one..... though din expect it 4m u.. although we talk so many things tht r not right but very rarely we pen it down, gr8 work buddy......... waiting 4 some more... cheers!!!
Not sure If I gauge the complete meaning .....If I understand the 'It' in the fourth line of each stranza, I'll find myself capable of a comment
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