Fine Poem by Drake Grey

small in the details of time
mask truth yet still to remain
without peace or reason

a fire no water can quench

mankind a seemingly cruel breed
with guns aimed perfectly
flashing symbols of unknown origin

as grace in a silver cage

faltering hypnotized where echos reach
and shadows forced upon my brow
expect speech and reason

when the words they so callously sing
is not heat but the opposite of meaning