On Delirium

Delirium’s effect upon the brain

Lasts far beyond the hour it is at hand,

It leaves a marker there, a madness stain,

Which ill effect we rarely understand.

It feels like strength to doubt the shifting sand,

We sense in this new state we’re deeply sane

And yet we’re cynical and now let nothing stand.

Delirium’s effect upon the brain

Means endless fighting, which becomes a drain,

Yet we can’t bear the world to be quite bland,

And argue day and night and so our pain

Lasts far beyond the hour it is at hand.

And now we seek for cures and then demand

Our loved ones also take up our disdain.

Delirium invades the peaceful land

It leaves a marker there, a madness stain,

A blood soaked soil where breeds a stronger strain

Of cynicism, sure that evil’s planned.

And how much evil does this world contain

Which ill effect we rarely understand?

Why is it the downtrodden who are damned

And those with power left to grasp and gain?

We cannot leave the flames of truth un-fanned,

And so we stoke the heat which we retain:

Delirium.