triumph in truth

your eyes and  mind closed, you cannot define me
i venture beyond the box you assign me

fractured die of the past, attempted to mold me to shape

now shares the cage's fate-- bars bent and broken, door agape

always fighting, surviving, rising above the likes of you

with your false ideals and reinvented wheels

all lies and contrived beliefs, the end to justify the means
soon you shall be a pomp in effigy by those you deceived

impervious to your tongue's borrowed words, its parrot-like verse
i see through your imaginary talent and so-called worth

i hold the antidote to your wicked potions, labeled with your pious notions
in the truth you cannot bear nor concede while blinded by foolish devotion

when the dust settles, your masks of many will lay strewn with your fall
you'll gaze up from new depths, the person you really are--insignificant, small.

-mo

10mar10