Empty Cans, Noisy Gongs

How come it is their unwritten rule That seems to dictate and dominate, Generalizing us as basal fools In this a venue for Freedom's fate? Perhaps the Power of these words Cut close to where the heart wounds were, Hidden slyly with meticulous cords Childhood pain buried deeply there. Bitter tendrils of forgotten Anger Wrapped so to keep the Mind enclosed And morbid Darkness becomes its Ruler To sit enthroned, with Pride - repose. When touched by Truth it shrieks repulsion Poetic tantrums as words fly about Armed with blind aggressive Retaliation It stoops to the level of Ridicule's shouts. Mocking God and what others stand for - Its a poetic display of empty Rhetoric Has no iota of basis, hollow to the core! Exposes a Soul so sad and pathetic! 'Pride goes before destruction, and a haughty spirit before a fall.' 'The fool says in his heart, there is no God, ' Psalm 53: 1