An Ironical Symphony of Folly

In the realm of Hate, where Alexander’s deeds fade,

Humanity, in its folly,

bows and prays,

To prejudice, they sanctify, their minds ablaze.

Behold, humanity’s worship, oh so absurd,

Sanctifying prejudice, a folly unheard.

Glorifying, sanctifying, they worship with might,

Yet unaware of the shadows cast by their own light.

The All-Mighty Hate, an idol they adore,

Calling names, slinging words, an endless uproar.

But fear not, dear souls, for it’s all but a show,

Mere utterances,

lost in a radioactive blow.

Brother, sister, it matters not, it’s all a façade,

A symphony of folly, a theatre of flaw.

Like waves crashing upon the shores of despair,

The ugliness they spew, oblivious and unaware.

May laughter echo, as truth reveals its disguise,

may wisdom emerge,

where ignorance lies.

ALEXXMARCER