The Devil Is Nothing

Telemachus 18

Stripped of gloves and pockets
Resigned to gloomy doorways
We have eaten all that was left.

Where hope leers, strolling
Out- passed away gravely sorrow
Among the leaningplaces
A Jesuit disrobes.

Collect the limp, empty rags
And turn them into rebellious missles
Hands to collar tie the tie

Dumbass Opera #12

Sukarno finds himself in hell
with various other villains
"all I have done I did for the people,
and this is how I am repaid!"

The Devil now admits his impotence
(he was an unsubstantiated rumor all along)

Turns out, the rumormongers had something
after all, they were the people.

Balance of justice a trickle of light from a distant galaxy
"Why am I made to suffer?" asks Sukarno in the darkness.
"Why not?" reply the people.