Specks of Sun shine through the dew
A curtain rises on the field
All that’s left to glimmer and glow
Are lined shackles of steel.
Slow and slower, clink and clang
Silence defies them all
Nevertheless life goes on
No pot of gold, no royal ball.
Oh, so you see a light ahead?
Don’t worry, it’s not for you
Can you listen to wails of glee?
Your ears play tricks, too!
Left and right, hand to hand
You must move to match
One step out of line, or two
Could leave you in the hatch.
You feel the wind beneath your wings
But it’s the birds that fly
Gravity isn’t your worst enemy
It’s the norms that you live by.
Liberty is a French hoax
Democracy, simply a Roman myth
Because we live in a state of content
Our world’s just a bottomless pit.
Freedom? Is it a foreign phrase?
Or just a figment of the wit?
Could it really be termed as
‘The law’, ‘The norm’ or ‘The right which is writ’?
‘Dystopia’ is the destination I see
If we board this train of thought
As we step away from being ‘okay’
We probably wouldn’t be so distraught.
Take a breath and take it deep
Slow down, don’t just stop
Open the door into the world of the unknown
Before the curtains drop.