Narcissus's Uncertainty



"Father hold me tight, Mother don't you
cry in this masquerade of silk and gold;
there's no one else to trust.
What I can't touch or see; is not real
Do I have to put my hand in his wound
to believe?
Blue skies will provide shelter to both the
clean and the mean, the powerful and 
the rich will be honored, forgetting all
their sins; Society will build a new God,
covered with green.
No Angel will bring the sword and no evil
will be crowned, the circle is closed, but
the question still belongs... am I alone?"

Oil on canvas

By ENRIQUE LEMUS

 

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