Like little lambs dressed as wolves they come
Snapping, alert ready to pounce
Enlightenment they seek.
What is enlightenment but a set of words?
That bangs against the loudest drum
Full of wind and stress to seek the better life
Self discovery they shout
Self improvement they want

Those vile slippery things
Their bellies suck the very dirt from the earth
As they slither upon the stage
With elegant head and spit they impress the crowd
The crowd of dim witted fools who look to direction,
led and savour only the moments they are told to savour.

Alas and well the man appear with silent tones and nothing dear
He hits upon the vile with fury and sends the dead to rest
No sleeping he as he stands upon the rock and looks down upon the restless dead,
no sleeping he as his hand moved to check his breath.

Die you in vain. No you are not the truth you are merely the darkness while life is gone.
Ancient Greece paints the picture of men in the cave of tramping individuals staring at a wall of lead.
They look to the fire and see the shadows of themselves.
When arm moves up or leg moves out still they recognise not their limbs.
Suddenly one who escapes comes back still they sit and have the craic.
Awaken ,awaken you foolish men your talk of right and wrong must end.
The discussion about nothing is stopped and lost.
The importance of point is always forgot,
He led them out from in the cave the silly architects who were but slaves.

The light of man upon their face.
Nothing was right in that dark place
All words and opinion shattered – yes it all
Not even a piece was left one inch tall
Like men in a cave we won’t listen to the message and shout.
Please stop right now.
Forget everything I said. Let me out !

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Credits: poem © justme; Image © Michaela; All rights reserved