(A lone voice whispers)
A long time ago
With some blindfolded or tied to old green wooden stakes
They loved to stone or just burn us
Blinded by pure jealousy or incredible hate
Such a tragic mistake
Just because they thought we were different
Since they lived in an unseen primitive world
Overflowing with such shameless mindless ignorance
We who once danced and sang to Old Mother Moon
Or just spun carefree under the mystical Sun
Maybe in our own woodland grove
Celebrating how our life was run
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 mainland's busy main roads
We the old and new singers or poets
Music makers
Authors and storytellers
Or just folk pushing through the mud of humanity to bloom like the Lotus
Well known or still unknown
But still brave enough to stand tall and courageously
In front of all the world haters
For we are all representations of The Old Seducers of the Hive Mind
For we are all world shakers
We who have always fearlessly 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 and stay beside us in the fast-flowing flux
Leading us forward to celebrate our impulses
Like one of my old friends called JFK
Is there a wild light within you too my child
A strange beacon which is always lit
That whispers to never quit
No matter how you feel for your God-given talent is real
Driving that deep need to write
Sing or just produce something special that can be constantly reused
In the face of groups who might gather and chant abuse
Using all those all remembered God-given talents to truly seduce
To help others sailing in paper boats across humanities ever-changing and dangerous oceans
Which around us all still flows in perpetual motion
Which could easily drown you
In its many deep and conflicting emotions
For we are all human not sealed up shells
And so we are all baptised to feel that we are real
No matter how loud the brutes in society yells
So maybe one day you'll remember
That you once with strength and conviction
Willingly kneeled
To be blessed and baptised before Apollo's altar
The Greek God of creativity in but another distant lifetime
To then stand unafraid before all to see
As you turned the key to set your soul free
Bravely standing in a straight line
Whispering Blessed Be
And is now like many years before
Your right time to shine
I think you know all the answers
Now go and play a part with freedom
In this
The greatest of all games ever designed in God many kingdoms
Copyright John Duffy
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