“In Vino Veritas” by Kerby L. Marcelin

I dream of a world where every grain of sand is a castle of the truth

Where every rock in the river is a moon for the cursed night

Where every twit of a bird creates a jovial mood

Where every leaf of a tree can heal the scars left by the lies

It’s hysterical how the ashes of the golden words fly

Now the blood of the sacred ones must flow

Their ravishing value will never die

They merely aim to make the future glow

They were chained up by Hades’ anger

They’d like to swim out but they never

They were forced to worship the long tail of hunger

Their tears are an ocean for every sinner

The good news is Mr. Alcohol can effortlessly liberate them

Less sophisticated, they’re the authentic words that ‘ve been shaded

But now They’re being delivered along with every spit of the drunk man

It’s unobtrusive when his heart allows them to be said