Eyes closed – mouth open
Watching closely – nothing spoken
Beneath glass – the world hushed
Is a dream still a dream
if you can’t wake up?
Brain fevered – body limp
In altered states – the truth is glimpsed
Descending stairwells of the mind
Drenched in morphine – and iod ine
Linoleum smooth to the
stockinged foot
Corridors dark – seeing what I could
High priests in white lab coats
Evangelise the disease as the antidote
Science by day – prayers by night
Belief now stretched – sausage- tight
Boiled- in- the- bag – drip- dried
Then sewn- up with the poison
still in side
Condemned as sick – though healthy
The weak are despised
by the wealthy
Endlessly nudged to scrub their hands
To bang their pots and beat their pans
Then driven idiotic with fear
Whilst dissenters are herded
– then smeared
Tyrannised by quislings and shills
To self- censor ‘til the si
lence chills
Mandates from self- appointed elite
Growing more demonic by de cree
Yet the veil is lifting for all to see
This ice- cold grip of insanity
What will remain of these
nameless people?
What will be named their remaining evil?
Beneath the light that casts no shadow
The path is forked – but the gate
still narrow