Hell hates humility!

Heaven will remember the selfish prayers

and vain daydreams of pious elders

who tithe and cheer naive youth to war.

Then pine their patriotic graves

whose tombstones stand as stubby monuments

to the impeccable delusions

of a fabricated world

held together by cliches, paradoxes, slogans

and imaginary lines that define and divide

as they move across its face like so many unholy worms

blazing insidious trails that lead to no conclusion

but bet the question: if this makes no sense

maybe it’s because nothing does.