In this topsy turvy mandate for ill
health, woe to the weavers of ludicrous
lies, the series: ridicule, mute and still
those with eyes who dare to stand, numerous.
How humorous to say bodies have changed.
This bold campaign to seize our sovereign power
by any means extends thick and deranged
and since we’re fed on it from birth, its sour
taste seems normal. We’re too small to shake yokes
of enslavement, too busy to think each
unique voice has the choice to decry, hoax!
I apply heuristic devices, reach
the bone-deep knowledge tested in new ways
that who we are emerges in the now.
My limitless imagination slays
apparent obstacles. Freedom avow.
A thought provoking and clever poem which makes you think about the way we look at the planet and ourselves. Well done, Victoria.
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Your comment is much appreciated, Mason.
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You’re welcome. I’ve been sharing on twitter for you too.
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