The Centurion's Rebuke

By: Gus Victoria

I see your righteous spirit

Empty and destitute

Suckling at the golden teat,

Content prostitute

Vileness you spit

Like poison

And call it virtue,

Flickering images you idolize

Murderers you lionize,

Pimps and whores,

Hand and in hand,

On Freedom’s shores.

Drink deep from the rivers of inequity,

Take your ship,

Spread your filth,

The ocean is vast,

Cannot contain the disease,

Not the noble past,

Death comes fast

Empires rise,

Empires fall,

Wisdom fails,

Greed sends us all to hell.

To hell.