T

Terror

TERROR – ist

They freed us from King and God alike
We felt the need of shedding light
In a limitless new reality.

We turned to the Scribe
But he and his tribe
Were exploring the back of the cave
With no time to save the new totality.

We asked of the poet
Whose gift of rhyme has stirred the pulse
Through all of time
And his crime was to give us mysteries
Instead of morality

Who will furnish the light
To serve as a beacon at the mouth of the cave
For those who weaken to steer by?

The artists?  Well, they
Are painting their own interiors
Or serving non-human superiors
Today

We turned to Science, newly enthroned
In computerized towers of powers unknown
But the light they shed was cold and blue
Not a thing by which to gather and sing
In a dark land

Oh the Shaman still calls
With collection plate and neon hat brim
But there are strings to him

So here we stand
Unfashionably human
Alone and Mute
Raging like brutes without illume
But we’ll find a way
And they
Will Pay!

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