Toothless Dragons

Toothless Dragons And so the toothless dragons roar tepid flames of apathy staining the air regurgitated realities revisited picked at in search of sustenance. Circling, they do the hating dance feet spurred to movement by heat applied by flaming puppeteers protecting the strength of their strings. Moving - the flaccid jaws of acquiescence beholden to the controller of the strings paralyzed by the power of weakness voice-less orators forever pontificating. Dragons – seeking victory’s defeat pure fire stolen and defiled truth’s roar relinquished to their “keeper” free flight denied to vision’s quest. There is no power in the grip of power no freedom in the clutch of lies no wisdom in the sight of “blinders” no teeth required of the pabulum fed. John G. Lawless 10/3/2015