Press play and let the music wash over you as read.
The group stayed safe in its small enclaveHidden away from the watching world
Fighting progressWith their burning fires whilst watching the grey smoke
Of old computers
Rise like a signal to travelling pilgrims
To show them the wayIn the bluest of skiesWith a welcoming wave
From daylight to midnightThey ate togetherDrank
Slept played and sang music
Consumed oldManuscripts and tattered old books
In wild conversationsStories and poetry of the soulIn huge reading circlesAs they embraced the cold wind
And fresh air
With blessings
As they chanted thoughts of gratitude in unison
Without the need for more rehearsals
Such was this life-changing funfair
The smells of antiquityIncense and scented vanilla candlesFilled the firefly-lit air
Their eyes glistened with abhorrenceAs they looked out to all the new citiesWhich rose so high upUpon all the horizons
Like so many new Sodom and Gomorrah'sPalaces of old depravitiesA cruel world beckoningIn the Age of the New BabylonianWhere technocrats now abideAnd hell on earth risesWith the chants forNew vaccines
Tales of bio-engineered viruses andUngodly indulgence's
Symbols and symptoms
Of humanities greed
Which would attract the dark forces
Of Divine Reckoning
Above each caravanHung golden exquisite plaquesFirmly fixed with their sacred mottoTo be absorbed by manyVisiting wide eyesWe are the new LudditesOf the Written WordThe last of the fewReading real booksCreating evocative poetryLearning new thingsAnd bound to no king or countryLiving a true lifeTogether as friendsSharing thoughts as a communityCome join us
Be a member of one of life'sSincere 21st centuryFraternitiesDon't be lost aloneWandering throughout lifeFilled with so many uncertaintiesBut be one of usAnd try to find a meansTo wash away all your impuritiesTo be a real human
Not their version of their new transhumanist man
Copyright John Duffy
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