HOLY SHIFT

A poem for Jeff Prager, he knows why....

The fears are all fakes
The wars were mistakes
The sports & films just comedic out takes
The lying reporters & urgent news breaks
The political pundits with dodgy handshakes
The sham & show, the obvious snakes
The violent images, sickness outbreaks
The refugee kids, the fat creepy sheiks
The harsh heated hatred, the rash of earthquakes
The threat of war & terror that makes
The strong gasp & wail as the whole world shakes
Tis nought but illusion, a ride with no brakes
A last ditch scream as the sleeper awakes
& sees through the veil, tears down & forsakes
The old paradigm of occult opaques......
Ah... here is the truth that nature partakes -
The hemp & the cloves & the holy mandrakes
The hemlock & wort, the salve for the aches
The vital essential pure water that makes
All life gleam & prosper, thrive for our sakes
As Eden is glimpsed in the stillness of lakes.
The truth blinds the wicked, the dawn gently breaks
As the world, once in slumber, breathes deep & awakes.

Frances Leader (dawn 18/08/2016)