The Cage Was Cylinder and Small

Inspired by a dream I had the other night, I think influenced by my grief at the recent US election:

The cage was cylinder and small

Appearing from a cryptic dream

Like Eve before the Fall

Massed hands unleashed their regime

Pandora’s box 21^st century

Their debris and swill, festers downstream

To global mutual horror, our collective penitentiary

Verity was sacrificed

Kindness in totalitarian jeopardy

Spew rancor, retch partiality, bias legitimized

By history’s loudest bastard mockery

Age old rally, justice cry we mobilized

Against the ugly horn of demagoguery

Flash our search lamps into the darkness

Free the Philistines from their poverty

Sounding convincing he seemed harmless

Resonate with these fears

All that’s ugly in our subconscious

The outsiders, pariahs shiver from sneers

Refuse to accept their bleeding anguish

Bleeding Jesus to hide behind sullied veneers

The poets, the seers, myself stranded we languish

Compelled to rebel, with amity endure

Until all ignorance and spite can we vanquish

The progression of humanity still so immature

But Earth’s out of time and facing extinction

We must not cloister in this 4-year detour

No time to be neutral, side with moral distinction

Choose love for the poor

Hear this upright inscription

My party are four blue love birds miniature

Placed by hand in a cage

Silent, song-less feathers azure

Beware when they sing call forth to engage

The young will respond

This my grief will assuage

Yet, cerulean wings will soon break their bond

Soar above carnage to the healing beyond