Carnivale
‘Ladies and Gentleman, step right up
And marvel at the wonders around you.
A spectacle, truly, for one and all
Awaits!’
Screams the voice of the man.
As flashing lights and parasites
Collect and then disband...
As the feeding frenzy of lust and guilt
become the chosen contraband.
‘I have problems at home!’ One
testifies,
To quell her urgent need.
‘Well, I am alone!’ Another cries out
of anguish and stone cold greed.
And the pedlars peddle on...
Scraping the bottom of the barrel
they’ve conned.
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And to look around one might see
The Carnivale for what it be...
A scale of the human condition
in a portrait of human mission.
A weeping eye will reason why
The gamers game and the gamblers try.
Though the free are free to fly
And the makers of the matrix lie...
I
Am apart.
