The 21st century was born with a Hanging Paper Chad. We were innocent, greedy, and just baptized.
The Knight and The Devil took out the wheelchairs of war and trapped their bitch to count the spoils. Husband and wife pulled out the cart,
promised the great deal again after all that. The Cloven Hoofed began his fiddle with the praying beads, making them shiny to pay for our deeds.
Hope and Fear are on a mission, chained together and admired.
The Golden Egg is safely nested in Dreamer’s murmur and web of scarlet butterflies.
Under the trumpery gold-leafed Arches of Truth, Chief Strategists are tweety phrasing the loony tunes of revolutionary songs again.
The plastic bag of Hope is leaking and a drone is coming to help.
“‘The Stride of Lunacy and Hope’”
“We are no Babies”
“THE PARADE OF GREED AND FOLLY”
“The Trinity of Mercy”
“Crowds and Clowns ”
