Forbidden to vocalise
what I see
state-controlled reality
usurping individual freedom
Plastic offended, weak minded
rising up in the pecking order
of those that wish to destroy civilisation
bully boys once bullied
using the state to bludgeon…
Shout loud – be heard
control the word
step out of line
phobe-isms thrown like hand grenades
into pronoun verbose bunkers of scholars
Your verisimilitude world
will crumble like stale cake
in the hands of a beggar
who sits on a heap of dung
manufactured by beetle-like scurriers
safe only in their own detritus
No humour or irony allowed
in your cowardly new world
where weak insipid men rule
legions of the damned
like Goths at the gates of Rome
Be aware of true freedom’s voice
slowly arising from the dust
destroying all in its path
as the worm of truth
released by God
devours all that is false
in both doctrine and policy
leaving naked those
that built upon sand
Arms raised, I leap into the sun
adding fuel to a fire
that will burn both bright and hot
forever more…
Poetry by M.C. Bolton 2019
Urban Dandy London 