Of Saintly Sinners
by Michael Doyle

Bring on the sinner dressed like a saint,
Gloss over the troubles in coated war paint.
The modern world knows many a savage moment,
And all of us face relentless torment.

The Left and the Right exist as a surge
That destroys our reason for the primordial urge.
Somewhere along frozen pine-crested lakes
Legends become brigades of regretted mistakes.

Twice removed from forgotten yesterday.
The world is getting lost along the way.
It's the sinner's song when charisma matters,
And the rest of the world simply shatters.

Voting our souls as if we have immunity,
Each believes in their god's sovereignty.
Opinions struggle to look for just one hero.
At the end of life's game, the score is zero.

The world's waters hold mankind's memory.
It quenches the thirst of living humanity.
Obfuscation bleeds the darkness of irrationality,
While posers of the new norm fake spirituality.

Twice removed from forgotten yesterday.
The world is getting lost along the way.
It's the sinner's song when charisma matters,
And the rest of the world simply shatters.

The monsters bless us all with a cultivation of fear, 
While we pretend with closed eyes, they'll disappear.
Looking around at the new order, feeling declarative,
We suddenly realize how little is truly conservative.

A skeptical look toward vainglorious contribution,
Makes a thinking man wonder at proposed solutions.
There are no real answers in magical solutions.
The shouting in the street is only noise pollution.

Twice removed from forgotten yesterday.
The world is getting lost along the way.
It's the sinner's song when charisma matters,
And the rest of the world simply shatters.

(c) June 23,2026   Michael Doyle
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