An Insignificant Petition

Oh, pretentious stars! Why do you mock me?

Like so many shimmering celestial sentries,

wagging lighted fingers, ever admonishing,

“not yet, young soul”.

Why won’t you pluck me

from this earthly orgy of terrors?

Can you not see this carnival of cruelty

amongst the parasites

and charlatans of the world?

You cynical sirens of the night sky,

what are those ancient secrets

that you covet for yourselves?

Were you not witness to the barbarity

and atrocities that came before?

Or did the tempestuous and fickle gods

capriciously swirl auroras into the heavens

to delight and distract me?

I implore you, twinkling tormentors,

peel back your glittered black veil

and strike me silent with your

lightning bolt epiphanies!