We Sleep, They Live
Statues feigned by ostensible people
History is written by the enfeebled
Claiming the seat among the stars
While driving the good co. Ruption® and War(e)s™
But in time the tides shall change
Cleansing the dreamers, now estranged
The herd now awakening from their sleep
No longer enslaved in the mind of a sheep
Unity within the grasp of the common
Illusions of the past society now the uncommon
Love and peace finally a reality
The wicked now living in bankruptcy
I'd love to see -d added to both 'estrange' and 'enfeeble'...
ReplyDeleteAnd I think you meant to write in the title 'sleep', rather than 'sleet'...
The backwards phrase is unusual, and triggered an unusual poem. I enjoyed the innovative bits, esp. in stanza two.