Awe Misplaced

The fall of the master race

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Handsome-aged-man-in-stylish-clothes-relaxing-at-green-park. With permission Getty Images on Unsplash+

This storied face,
memories fade,
his lips defy
the tears imbibed,
forbidden

To keep the faith;
he must engage
the final lie,
greatly decry
solutions.

Come to embrace
mercy’s outrage,
the victims’ plight
before the fire’s
effusion.

Break through the hate,
accept the fate,
his great surprise,
to kill this life‘s
illusions.

The awe misplaced,
humans erased
with hollowed eyes,
but not one sigh
lamenting.

The master race,
spawned in disgrace,
has brought the lie,
now saddled by
delusion,

And yet his face
cuts through the haze,
captures the light,
to set it right
as given.

Confident-senior-man-sitting-at-cafe-terrace-and-using-digital-tablet-with-retro-camera-bearded-pensioner-reviewing-pictures-and-showing-thumb-up- With permission Getty Images on Unsplash +

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“We must all use our voices, our art to stand in protest to pride and illusion’s attempt to overcome mercy and humanity. We must simply declare it for what it is - a hellish lie. And then reclaim life’s first purpose.” —the author

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