Down The Road

 

 

Vertical Lies

 

 

HISSER PARENTS

 Listen, listen to your teacher,

He has something important to say,

 

COCKROACH  PHILOSOPHY  TEACHER

When everything is clean and clear,

Life misses creative excitement,

You are descendants of the glorious Hisser,

Don’t let his efforts go down the drain,

 

BOOK OF CROSSWORDS (yawning)

I was swallowed by darkness and chaos,

But now I am back,

What are all these screams about?

Run to hide in a crack,

 

SHADES QUEEN

Don’t make us wait, dear,

Insinuate horror into our heads,

Did hordes of angels attack you?

Did they threaten to break a crystal rock?

 

BOOK OF CROSSWORDS (flattered)

Wisdom sat on it,

It was its throne,

All lands were attacked by evil hordes,

Feelings were thunders,

There was no time to ponder,

Nevertheless everyone took up arms,

 

Four mighty men were in command,

They led armies of four nations,

Intelligence, Wisdom, Smartness and Wit,

The unseen power paid the price for defeat very quickly,

Enemies outnumbered,

They saved power for hundreds of years,

More than three angels to one glorious fighter,

In a blink of an eye,

It was the bloodshed,

 

One battle decided the war,

Merciless angels were white with rage,

A thin veil of mist is still there,

The blood of the dead is in the air,

   The last of the Wise fled in awe,

So did I,

Now I’m here,

I still see the massacre field in my dreams,

The Valley of Red Mist,

(The Book of Crosswords wipes away a lonely teardrop rolling down the book cover).

 

COCKROACH  PHILOSOPHY  TEACHER

Pal, don’t be upset,

We are tragic heroes,

We are survivors,

You won’t believe how many times I escaped,

From boots serial killers,

From insecticides and traps,

From poisonous lemon pies,

From cruel intentions,

You are with us now,

Here all horrors are silent,

Here we all are safe.