Vapour

We are living in a world
Where imagination is disenfranchised
power takes its daily throne
dictates to those down below
With barrage of pictures words invading
Poetry can at least mend, be a healer.

Last night, went looking for reason
Because nothing made sense anymore,
How far are they gonna take us
Before the push becomes too great,
When we wake up in the morning
And all are ideas are extinquished,

Everything worth looking at
Currently erased and vaporised 
pasturised and modified
Sugar coating  has its place
but while world in division
this poem has no room for it.

As they try to forget your voice
follow the trail of glistening strands,
Where ink never  dries
all divisions cancelled  out,
takes refuge in language
the politics of bardic dream.

Refuse to be compromised
easily controlled or manipulated
keep your mind free, efferuvesent
unleash all your buried treasure
with free will, do not compromise
release  sincerity and passion.