Hope runs in slow motion When the shoe is on the wrong foot When the chorus of power-drunks rattles the floorboards And the timbers of the prisoners creak Bones, bones....and for the wolves, sheep!
Don't forget Sleep Blissful sleep Shut-eyed sleep Blind to the Light of the Sun "Don't bother me!" "Don't wanna know!" Lost in slumber deep!
THAT shit!
Memories clank chains behind ghosts of nostalgia Fictions of a Happy Past and a Grim Future make the headlines As former allies and partners squabble over gory details And holy water from the Ganges refuses to wash away stains Any longer!
What Then O'Humanity?
Do You Need Yet Another Saviour? Another Voice Of Authority In The Sweaty Darkness Telling You How To Wipe Yer Butt And Rationing Out Toilet Paper In The Same Ol' Ways Of Yore?
Do you sit there idly itch scratching; watching The Present become shadowed and forlorn? Are the Veils of 'Certainty' that once protected now dying and fragmented, their legacy tired, worn? "Take heART then" ..say the leaves on the tree and the fly in the sky "Listen up like those wise ol' Ears of Corn: "The Darkest part of the Night, you see, "Falls roundabout or just before Dawn!
