A Griot's Global Prophecy
What do think they are doing
Calling young and unsuspected children
Eager to please
And break glass ceilings
To shake the trees of old taboos
From the lap of colleges
The subterfuge of lives sparkles
In the eyes deprived
Of commercial baubles, and conditioned to lust
At every auction of consummerism disgust
They bring them chained by the dream
And forged of them an invisible army
That can plunder and kill
Marketing subtle seductions of the will?
They know what they are doing
Always patterning the chamelon's plan
Using the background
Of material necessity's to fool the eyes
One side of snow white's apple
Is poison in disguise
You can bite this imperial seduction
And not see villages in dissolution
Old ways ridiculed and demonized
While all social bonds fall apart
You cannot hunger for the fruits autumn
Without the vanity of gold
In leaves, and then the dying brown of fall.
So city's with short skirts will call
With sweet perfumes that taste like gall.
You better understand what they are doing
Selling us mirages of proximity
In little boxes that glow electronically
All the globe is gathered in a grain of sand
Reality reduced to an electron dancing in silicon
And we from our virtual prisons
Wander into strange worlds of unknown others
Chained by fears invented in news
Lost of God, lost of human civility
The Orwellian thing triumphant of last
And bitter tears bleating
In the salt pits of anomie
Colonial shackles clanking on the dream.
O this griot now have told the coming hell
The crack is widening in liberty's bell.
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2009
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