Tuesday, 23 December 2014

So Be It

Very primitive here

Can’t help thinking back to then
All those umpteen years ago
When deference and reverence
Burned in protest’s turbulent glow

When all those times were changing
Running insults out of town
With declining moral high ground
And the clowns disdainful frown

When the sneering high and mighty
Where discovered indisposed
Wearing cloaks that hid their disrepute
As tainted fabric decomposed

Law and order writhing in the mud
Wished to smother human rights
Far from ignorant the aberrant
Hide in towers of withering heights

As the final push of bigotry
In cold and dark Arabian nights
Tyrant pulpits run by bandits
Crumble ruins of rundown rites



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