Strange Hiding Places
Universal to the human race
is to spend a lifetime, in a strange hiding place
Some hide from impermanence through children,
thru whom vicarious immorality is falsely found
Some hide with noise-makers and parties,
pouring down the drinks and cranking up the sound
Some hide from seriousness by fixating on trivia,
a file-box of grocery coupons, to save on what they spend
Some hide from insignificance in the grand mission of a cult,
a convenience store cashier by day, savior-of-the-world on weekends
Some hide their hate behind humor,
hinting at the aggression that they dare not voice aloud
Some hide among their friends
and lose themselves in crowd
Why the pedophiles, in a supposedly sacred place?
Perhaps it became the perfect hiding place
in such an ugly way defiled
by culture that was a Master of Denial
Hiding from life in a world of sweet lies,
An open jar of honey, soon crawling over with flies
with a flock that preferred to be willfully blind
Because, if finding the truth, might not prefer what they find
The temptations becoming too great
when there were few, who could dare to investigate
Where is it that you prefer to hide?
Do you think that Life is more of the Jeckyll or the Hyde?
Do you prefer harsh truth-tellers, or sweet phonies?
Is Life more full of childhood diseases,
or birthday parties and polo ponies?
Would you really still believe that God were at your side,
if Life and Time both left you, with no place left to hide?
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