Tricked

 

     The deception wasn’t warranted,

We only came to see the heavens,

To spiral through galaxies from the Black Hole

Hidden within the Sun,

     To find the paradise that across the universe,

Holds everything, in awe!

 

     The deception

Came so fast, collected

All aboard for incarceration

And for what,

For why in this quarter do

We sit within these prisons

And idle away in pain,

     In solitude -

Till death; - be our only release?

 

     Reasons of choice have failed;-

Their understanding of

Liberty and freedoms gone,

For their inclinations are

Only to destroy the lost

Thoughts of grace – the guardians

Meant so well;

     As callously, they have

Rewritten the sanctuary created -

For the favour of a purse;

A purse in souls that holds - secret bargains!

 

     Time stretches like a band

Of rubber that will one day

Recoil any favours,

And whence upon that day

We stream like blood through open veins

That have no breath,

No destination

Only a stench of staleness;

Then we’ll know we are dead,

 

     Dead like Earth with

It’s promise of faraway satellites of pleasure,

Dead like those deceived

And bereaved of freedoms,

Dead like the craft that burns

In the heat of the Sun,

Dead like the visionaries

That once created Worlds.

 

Michael J Waite 5th December 2014.