The broken society

or about a shared path

There is a secret society
of everything broken

some members are speaking

about an old token

Its flag has an arrow

which cannot be thrown:
too heavy maybe

or just never flown

No gold on their fingers,

no silver in their pockets.

How peculiar it is:

they are probably broken

Someone enters the room

laughing out laud
the Secretary arrived

the college now bows

The altar is tall

for the Master of all

who with a stool

manages to fool

The Treasurer nearby

has the big Book of Lie.

He does what he must,

avoiding some broken trust

All's ready to start

but nobody knows how
all members remind

how broken's mankind

Quiet in a corner

a monk sitting down
with two crossed legs

and eyes to the ground.
He has been broken in the past

and a solution has found

There is also a guy
looking for a woman outside

no one is now there
and never has been.
Keep looking my friend:
hope is never a sin

A novice now speaks
she's never been broken:
allured by a mystery
which has never been spoken.

She explains the main ritual
for those who there stand;

her words are so perfect:
no one to understand

All that effort explaining
and all has been wasted.

Brothers, rejoice!

an initiation: no choice

Then last there is you
and close there is me
look, we are all of them

yet not able to see:
every one has been broken

or eventually be

Brothers, rejoice:

how common it is!

T.C.

08/11/2015