Homo Iratus

Disintegrating Rotor's Authority

Homo Iratus


Upon pillars of salt 
Built to withstand the wrecks of passing time 
Not ready to bear the weight 
Of human indifference 
"The poison that keeps the rotors of the world in motion" 

Now as tongues lick 
Mouths get numb 
As speech becomes inarticulate 
Minds nauseate 

Both sides of the coin bear the same figure 
Both sides have the same story to tell 

The real one fades away as time passes... 
Leaving nobody behind to remember it. 

Lies and truth dance around in circles 
In a constant change of positions 
A rotating diameter where ends never confront eachother 

And at the center stands 
The rotor that sets the circle 
That engulfs us all 
In motion. 

Forged ages ago 
By the blood and sacrifice 
Of innocents that died in vain 

On the altars of political 
And religious confrontations.