Tonight the chariots
are running through my head
destroying without mercy…
Truly my crime is great,
for in dreams and visions
I have spied the promised land…
Scales dropping from internal eyes
like dead men’s pennies
snatched by the Styx ferryman…
Freedom gained through truth
Jericho walls of falsehood, delusion, illusion
crashing down
Seeking refuge in the sea of reeds
for a year and a day
my home with birds…
Pursuers now vanishing
like mist over the Fen
melted by the morning sun
The great Wake rising
his fire burning within my soul
refining – purifying
cauterizing greed’s gangrene
of the noble lie
where introspection is reduced
to echo-chamber confirmations
inside the minds of those that rule
Babylon’s cruelty thriving
in the darkest hearts of men
devoid of conscience, love or pity…
Urban Dandy London 