if, and, or where

no magic here
in this love-lost
kingdom
of perpetual
            dust
lingering upon the air
like flakes of
             spent skin
from the dead
                 and dying
                            womb
of our mother
   blown from
   consciousness
in a strike
        of forbidden war
where the land
       of our father's
blame the children
   for their woes
based on ill gotten
                faith
where they rape;
for that is the law.

no truth here in
     the land of
luscious lies
where no friends
           no foes
belong
           begotten
      . . . brave
beguiled infants
          in a race to the
        end
           pretend the
      false prophets
who speak of magnificent
                      gods
             destroying,
                          toying
with the lives of the lost
             and the cost
            which it affords
                    is all but your
                                soul
impostors poll the masses
          for opinion and
          perception
     as we all grow further
                      apart.

without a heart,
they draw us dumb
to the institution,
the deprivation,
the consumption
             of life
                  and strife
built upon leaning towers,
destined to fall.

no magic here
   but the flailing
      tongues
that tell no truths.