Superficial Eyes

The waves ripple in my eyes,
A thousand rays of light bouncing off my iris,
I stare straight through everything and see the truth,
Covered in tenuous lies that writhe and bury it beneath them.

I’ve watched them murder words,
And spill the blood onto money,
The heart is gone,
But the blood still pumps into dollar signs.

The gluttonous wallets devour all the colors from the trees,
Then take the taste and turn it into greeting cards,
They bring us the beauty of the world,
Organized with a price tag.

They’ve put a copy write on our memories,
And locked them away in a vault,
Releasing them several years later as something new,
And we gobble them up like the sheep we are.

A bittersweet truth pushed aside by our superficial eyes.

-Sir Jestro