Blind Spotted Populist

When you close your eyes to kiss your lover, is that delectable embrace sweeter?

If the power's gone out, could you strike a match and  imagine an electric heater?

During your closed eyes meditative devotional is your God listening closer?

If you closed your eyes and sang out loud, would you appear on the concert poster?

When you close your eyes before plunging into icy waters, as you land will the temperature be warmer?  

When children close  their eyes, while standing in time- out could they  vanish from an isolated corner?

When you close your eyes as they wax, burn and pluck facial hair, does it sting any less?

When you close your eyes, blow then roll the dice, will you awaken to a brimming treasure chest?

When you close your eyes as they draw blood from your weak veins, will it flow stronger?

When you close your eyes during a lecture does the lesson remain in your brain longer?

When you close your eyes to blow out the candles does your wish come true sooner?

If you close your eyes, your ears and mouth would it dismantle  a viscous rumor?

As  you close your eyes to visualize a world with a myriad of endeavors

Would a  blind spotted populist leave eyes desensitized  to injustice forever?

The residents of your hacienda

Every extorted beat gives birth to another lyrical gangster.

Every distorted news feed breathes life into truth manglers.

An army of impostures, soothsayers, and doppelgangers
Meet you along  staircases with  red and blue banisters
Curiosity drives society to hide and seek the answers

Would it be more fashionable to display impeccable manners? 

While you face of those alluring, assurances of  betrayal planners. 

Haunted is the doe eyed mask well worn over the years
Hand spun out of  seasoned dust and molded by our tears.

A paste hardened in the preheated shell of the universe
A disguise on the run that conceals the scabs of a curse

If you crawl back to the alter with merciful pleas for salvation 

Will the clouds part as the angels seat your party's reservation? 

Do you censor your thoughts during sacred meditation

Can you quell the rage that fuels such  righteous  indignation

Has vanity dismembered our sanity with elective surgical procedures?

Is healing and restoration an elite country club for dogmatic believers?

Is self interest, self-indulgence,  self-preservation your entire agenda?

Does dignity, courtesy, tolerance and prudence reside in your hacienda?  

The Historical Context

History can only be documented within the context of power and fortune

American Democracy and its Constitutional Premise cannot divorce itself from  individual liberty. 

Neither  its patriots nor traitors, for both thrive within its borders
  While bias determines their identity.

Modern Reality is shot through a sensational lens where humiliation, fame and isolation collide.

Prying  open the tombs of iconic beacons of  talent & virtue expose an obsession with immortality.

Our fixation with epic heroic adventures are pleas for redemption.

This rebellion of youth no longer serves me today. What time provides is a sieve that strains the excess run-off  from the nutrients.