Paradise

utopia came easily in the end

to an undeserving audience

of no great odyssey

in an absence of herculean might

a paradise washed out,

becomes

four horses wander

amidst a cacophony of sin

black, white, red and pale

all-consuming, never-ceasing

unrelenting, gently easing

into paradise

oh how well they do belong

alongside those values of paradise,

that are hypocrisy and ignorance

there never was a lie like paradise,

as the sun shone

and the girl cried