The deep sleep

…

To war has gone deep

Inside the world’s sub-conscious

Like the hand that reaches

Towards the pack of cigarettes

Or the ones that change the gears

Of a plying car

Or the ship that understands and avoids

The frozen disaster

Weapons of destruction

Poverty that’s on the run

Famines and droughts

Throughout the globe, up and about

Are the invisible white magnet

That attracts, automates intellect

Through some compulsive instruction

To break away from these wired

Orchestrated truths

The path will have to be the same

The car has to follow the same track

The ship has to overcome the attraction

Through the same consciousness

That wakes us up from the sleep