ode to the poor, of the temple of the money changers..

when dreams became nightmares

a consensus built on destruction of humanity.

to destroy one, is to destroy all.

when dreams became nightmares

and whole villages of people were aloud to starve.

when the poor, of the temple of the money changers, were forgotten..

when the love of the poor turned into twisted vile envy and hatred..

the sky turned metallic blue

then metallic red

as a glint, a star was dislodged 

and fell to earth..