Tragedy Masquerading as Fame

Born  in  the  sights  of  sunsets  eclipsed

Whipped  instead  of  spanked, made  him  well  equipped

Devastation  was  his  home,  nurtured  in  disaccord

Richly  imbued,  but  honed  as  the  devil’s  muse

Playing  instruments  deftly  plied,  pied  piper  to  confuse

Gathering  in  masses  of  misery,  cursing  innocence

Love  made  for  victory,  crushing  hearts  before  longevity

Stunting  growth  of  youth  growing  old,  dying  insanely  young

For  fun,  misguiding  nations  in  believing  in   only  one  kind  deserving

Preserving  chaos  by  way  of  fear  ethos  for  others  to  digest

Investing  in  no  hope,  so  days  are  spent  without  recollection

Spreading  worldy  new  age,  thought  power  to  solve  all  ills

The  answer  lies  within,  yet  outside  of  many…. A  men……….Still!