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.