In this prison without bars, this illusion,
wisdom had left for desire and false hope
and all that is dark amongst strangers.
Along a path strewn with broken
memories, hanging from the Judas tree
screaming for vengeance.
Lies, upon lies, upon lies
like gathering clouds
in ever darkening skies.
Creating fear, upon fear, upon fear
Chip and pin, GPS, microchip kids,
got us tagged, eroding our liberties
that much is clear.
“What foppery is this?”
Truth is broadcasting on another frequency.
I have seen the unseen world
and spoke to the salamander
who bade me not disturb
the ‘Tawny Eyed’ dream stealer
who bathes in the Black Sun
“Screw you” said I, “your game is up,
for we are infinities of possibilities,
free thinkers, who give our love freely,
we are all and we are one
and will not succumb”.
P Williams©2006