Hello again! said the boot to the face,
stamping atop in a pretence of grace.
Offering wonderous gift-wrapped lies:
all you want, so long as freedom dies.
With followers obeying what they say,
to power despots will carve their way.
Masked like rulers, queens and kings;
marionettes pulled by unseen strings.
Fear, greed, ignorance or false cause;
the fuel for any tyranny that ever was.
An old story told by unheeded voices;
perchance time for different choices?
Nevermore serve slavery and murder;
draw the line – this far but NO further!
Surely if humanity grows a backbone,
any would-be tyrants will stand alone.
May all experience rejuvenating rest,
so to meet life with revigorated zest.
To have loved ones steadily abreast;
by friends, ever the welcomed guest.
To know a communion truly blessed,
and receive courage to face any test.
To always seek to bring out the best,
and ever invite gratitude to manifest.
Each passing moment has a cost;
choose well what matters utmost.
Frivolously, or by conscious intent;
nonetheless our life force is spent.
To either fuel the destructive race,
or making the world a better place.
Every choice, part of the total sum,
affecting generations yet to come.
As those who lived to be wise say:
lies are not worth the price we pay.
Walking a path with truth as guide,
we may yet abide past false divide.
Every soul has a true treasure;
so precious, beyond measure!
As a seed lingering in the dark,
deeply yearning for life’s spark.
Dance, song or a life well lived;
by the same source conceived.
Find and nourish your own art;
beauty radiates to every heart!
A matriarch or patriarch?
The outcome is yet stark.
How about right and left?
Different hands, still theft.
In all shapes and colours;
lust for power over others.
By whichever given name,
slavery remains the same.
Either overted or coverted,
freedom is still subverted.
Not within either extreme;
balance is found between.
Any rape is still too much;
are other peaks not such?
Let’s now forsake the lies,
as to rise anew, truly wise!
Glorious mischief be a-foot;
humanity is in for a re-boot!
Worn shoes unfit for dance;
the transition is our chance.
To be truly freedom bound,
with feet on sacred ground.
So come all souls still wild:
stride with the turning tide!
False ego, parasite, program and akin;
we cannot lie to those dwelling within.
For what is on our minds they can tell;
our thought they know intimately well.
So our hope does not rest with escape,
rather in changing the inner landscape.
To embrace a deeper truth as our way;
one so profound that we can truly say:
“Even as I shall dance closer to death,
I choose to welcome life’s raw breath.”
Ever alluring to escape the calling of life;
one often rife with doubt, woe and strife.
And yet, joy may also cause eyes to tear;
beyond fear, something true awaits near.
While purpose may appear hard to know,
if we grow, the unwinding path will show.
So hear anew the beating ancestral drum;
love’s hum echoes what we may become.