(A lone voice whispers)
Is it nearly midnight
Wherever you are
As society falls into geopolitical pieces
And are those invisible ideas
Falling like wet Autumn leaves
As you dream about a new terrifying
Babylonian future
While searching for a panacea
In the middle of all this crazy world's
Dystopia
Is it supernaturally quiet
As you look online
And do streets beneath your darkened windows
Run riot and dance
With feverish violence
Like in France
As all sinister-looking shadows
As big as Goliath
Stand naked and bare
Whispering about the Coming of a preplanned Dark Utopia
And does the sweet scent of a new escape
From their planned oblivion
Twenty Minute Cities
Where people will worship a new God
They term Melancholia
Linger and follow you
Like a loyal shadow
Everywhere you go
Warning in slight gestures and manifestations
To look out for a newly conjured smiling Hell
Summoned by old pagan distorted Politikia
Whispering dark spells
On Podiums
For the Dum Dums
About a seemingly welcoming warm universe
To live within
But one that will receive you into its kingdom
In a black hearse
To blend within its long sensuous green grass
To hide entwined in its long shadows forever
In straight authoritarian
Lines
As recent citizens of its false heaven
Where forgiveness is ever never offered or given
Do you read to dream of escape
Or are you just happy to stand in straight lines
Blinded by social media
To be herded
Like cattle
Through Authoritarian
Red and Black Gates
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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