Encased in a shroud of gold
Torrents flow faster as follies mold
Earth underneath feet erodes
Fall deeper in clinging folds
Wandering eye aims to expose
False idol's lies should dispose
Struck down whilst out of robes
Peering in on final throws
Sun comes shining I'm sitting at the table
Sick from all the motion wondering how we got it wrong
Headline suffers from straining prose
Reconciled with where it goes
Leaving sweets for starving foes
Bitter blame as horror grows
Slumping body in ruffled clothes
Bloodied trail from shattered nose
Throngs who come upon with stones
Follow through to crush the bones
Jacked up on adrenaline pissed at all the cynicism
If we could feel the friction then why did we fall
She on platform cannot hide
Books and torch now cast aside
Those forgotten have turned tide
All for an angry man's pride