The light man: A poem 

He is neon, evil’s add-on 

Camouflaged in rayon 

Roots craving more than water 

Clawing at/depriving the potter 

The ashes on the rug 

of a man with the bug 

Unctuous like a slug  

Mugging like a thug 

His stake is on heaven 

A victory for nine and seven 

The citadels he has stolen 

Flowers lost of pollen 

And every bride at his side 

is a victim like a child 

deceived by hijacked light 

A disguise for a night 

And never does he cease 

For the blind cannot see 

That without belief is to believe 

in the illusions of reality