WHO ARE THE LOVERS

Who are the lovers?

Harnessing theories on patriotism and greed

Overthrowing history

In the sordid bed of the past

If they move in next door

They will keep you awake all night

With hideous tales of Marx

And long winded theories

On the definition of their uniquely splendid lust

As the hours pass their ugly skins

Grow thinner

Until you can see the very bones of narcissus

They prefer to knock down the door

Of independence

With philosophy and great misfortune

They stand by the rivers of light

Pouring great heaps of joy

On the late night movie goers

And malignant survivalists

They refuse to believe

In the mounting edifice of lies

And choose to lie still

In the warm embrace of ignorance