Press play and let the music wash over you as you read, if you are on a laptop.
Salute.
A long time ago
With some
Blindfolded or
Tied to old green
Wooden stakes
They loved to stone
Or just burn us
Just because they thought
We were different
Since they lived in an unseen
Primitive world
Overflowing with such
Shameless ignorance
We
Who once danced to
Old Mother Moon
Or just under
The mystical Sun
Maybe
In our own woodland grove
Or simply around
Luminous fires
On secretive moors
As the cycle's of the world
Slowly
Ebbed and Flowed
Always staying hidden from all
On the mainlands
Busy main roads
We the old
Or new poets
Singers
Music makers
Authors
Famous or still unknown
But still brave enough to
Stand courageously
In front of all the haters
We are all still
Representations of
The Old
Seducers of the mind
For we are all
World shakers
We who have always have walked
All those strange roads
Wherever our
Fate took us
And today we are all reborn
But now unafraid
To live our true way
For all our
Ancient ancestors
Now just
Live within
Us
Just leading us forward
Is there a light
Within you too
A light
A strange beacon which
Is always lit
No matter how you feel
A need to write
Sing or produce
Using all those all remembered
God given talents
To truly seduce
To help others
Purge all those emotions
Which
Around us all
Still flows
For we are all human
And so we are all baptised to feel
Did you once
With strength
And conviction
To be
Blessed before
Apollo's altar
To then stand unafraid before all to see
As you bravely whispered
Blessed Be
Copyright John Duffy 2019
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