electrified
Dangling Wires
When fireflies burst into flames
When cocoons wallow in moth-eaten wings
When the stones of the dead split the earth
When spirits rise in after-birth
When the sun turns dark as the night
And all the world rebels to fight
That's the time of unspoken pain
Flowing down in torrent rain
Rising up in drowning floods
Quenching thrist through innocent blood
Monsters suckle at mother's breast
Feed their passion in father's nest
Sons and daughters forge their tools
Hacking axes on apatheic fools
While attacking fascists as fascist they be
Carrying flags of oppressive weaponry
Muting language of difference with hate
Spreading lies and closing all gates
Teacher puppets on dangling wires
Performing artist with arsonist fires
Burning the villages
Arousing the mass
Hijacking the minds of the intellectual class
Open your mouth, your eyes, and your ears
The media tell you what and whom you shall fear
It is a time of magicians, of the great pretend
It is the time to listen and the time to never give in!
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2017-10-27 at 19:41
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