The Heretic

Society will chastise the dreamer

Whilst the scandalous stay free to ramble

The sleep world of the masses.

When I asked for a friend

They gave me a price

To pay

The man who traded philanthropy

For a skyscraper - now he means business.

Round of applause

For all those pretty wars;

Ripped open by the heavens

For nothing;

Let me cut the power line

Once and for all.

The arbitrary vein

Of the nonconformist

The one we all know so well

Trembles in cement boots whilst

Hanging the right side up in hell.

© Anthony Anaxagorou  2009