The Message in Me
An older poem, restructured to encompass latest developements on global affairs.
Order out of chaos / divide and conquer.
There’s a distant wail on the north wind.
It’s just the collective soul
of creation, crying for her children.
A cosmic Banshee,
warning of what’s unfolding.
Myriad abominations, lauded.
Empty vessels and rampant narcissism,
rules the day.
Sociopathic psychopaths and liars
form a global ‘Old Boy’s Network’
and plotting further wars.
Meanwhile for the teens…
Hollow-eyed, clay idols,
sold out to the satanic,
polluting vulnerable minds,
dance demonically, in pre-meditated,
trance-inducing, subliminal flickers
on TV screens.
Closset mind control of
Prozac damaged brains…
causing a death-spiral of hope.
Frustration rocks my Richter scale;
I cannot swallow my pain.
So I offer it in alms
to the archetypical minstrel.
Maybe his tune will transmute
this agony of awareness.
Or give me some respite from the anguish?
Time to call in the Centaurs.
I am seared by the suffering all around.
This seeping-sadness, shared by millions.
While half the world concerns itself with
such empty distractions!
And Gaia burns while fools play.
Our Mother is dying!
Her waters poisoned, lungs polluted.
As starfish melt silently
on ocean floors…
and death sweeps on currents
from Japanese shores.
Honesty is smothered,
The innocence of childhood
stamped out and laid waste
by cynical social engineers
with dark agenda boots.
in highest towers,
‘Neath an air of complacency
Genetic manipulation has broken
sowing the bleakest of harvests.
A New World is a-rising
But it’s anything but brave.
While unemployed youth
live cyber half-lives,
disenfranchised from purpose
and meaning. No empowering rites of passage
Only the blackmail of political correctness
to stifle sovereignty in the throat.
Beauty and integrity is sacrificed
on the alter of greed.
Can’t you hear the drums
or the marching feet?
The swathes of manipulated mankind
bringing chaos to Europe.
Time yet to make a stand!
Or do we simply submit
meekly like lambs
before their slayer?
Some of us
offer our throats…
ridicules the Message
Two more views and I shall have exceeded my previous record of 120 reads and not one comment! lol 🙂 😉
Just as well I’ve been here a while 😉
Spot on Alison, what the heck has gone so wrong so quickly with our world, every corner has been defiled, and the defilers seem ever more in control. It really frightens me. I think you have summed it up so well in this graphic and hard hitting poem. Sue x
With due respect, Alison, I’d like to point out that the lack of comments might be that the message in you does not resonate with others who are reluctant to respond.
Don’t take this is a criticism, it is just an observation on my part and not a personal opinion.
You are very good at presenting your point of view and do so in a skilful manner.
Hi Luigi. Yes, I appreciate your honesty. The thing is that I post to express my feelings, not to look for approval of the contents. The poem should be judged as a poem, not something to cause people to feel scared or threatened. It’s a bit pathetic to be reluctant to comment on that basis. I have had to read many poems that almost infer that those among us who happen to say, believe in God, are somehow simple or deluded. I read them and judge them on their skill. I enjoy being controversial. 😉 If I feel strongly about… Read more »
Oops posted in wrong slot and do not seem to be able to simply delete it, Meant to be in answer to Sue.
Hurray!!! A brave commenter! I don’t know what happened as I replied before but seems to have disappeared.
Never mind, thanks for reading and commenting Sue.
Yikes, Stormwolf! That’s a bleak picture you paint. I have to look forward to a better future than you portray. I have to believe in the words of an old Jamaican reggae song… better must come. Thought-provoking poem which scared the beejasus out of me.
Well at least you commented. 😉 Everything I wrote is sadly true. Can all be verified. However, I do believe better days will come…perhaps not in my lifetime. Artists and poets have always written and done paintings mirroring world events. Look at Picasso’s Guernica http://www.pablopicasso.org/guernica.jsp or take a look at the murals on the Denver airport walls. The above pic is only a fraction of them. They are absolutely terrifying. The elites have written books about their plans for humanity. It’s all out there and not a figment of my febrile immagination 😉 I am only reflecting what is actually… Read more »