False Security

In Troy, the horse was taken in,

And so, too, was that nation.

Drunken celebrations followed.

Much happy jubilation!

But, enemies, within the gates

Bided their own time,

Till battle-scarred citizens had,

Imbibed too much of wine.

Lulled to sleep by Dionysus’ best,

Heads on arms, and arms on breast.

They fell.

Watchfulness and trusting soul,

Blinded by another’s goal.

And prize was claimed,

Helen, named,

The face that launched

A fleet.

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Lies and Damnable Lies

Hands tight, legs bound,

Mouth gagged for submission,

Bondaged, by no self-request.

Nations tied to economy’s curse,

Answerable, to another’s behest.

 

One proud, one small,

One weak, one tall,

Taller, tallest, best.

Perceiving self-aggrandizement,

As Nature’s kind bequest.

 

Looking down from tower height

At others far below;

Insect-like, they scurry hither,

As if they do not know.

 

But others do. They see the lies,

That power, too, is curse,

That attitude to weaker states,

Leaves others so much worse

In choices that they have for life;

Children, husband, family, wife,

Exempted from inclusive share

Of earth’s bountiful supply.

And some will question, why?        

 

They have this right to gaze ahead

And see a world where land is bled,

Resources taken for others’ good,

Not shared,

As if in brotherhood.

 

 

The ties that bind do not oppress

The mind or spirit, in duress;

A glow of hope remains in breast

And some will strive to do what’s best,

To look behind the mirrored wall

And see the puppeteers that call

The tune, to such as we –

Eyes raised, to heaven, pleading for

All peoples’ liberty.

Choice to Fall

Woven in tapestry, threads through time,

Descendants of one from the fall,

Impressed by promise of fruit of the loom,

Forefathers, one mother to all.

 

Serpentine secret, temptation to explore,

The darker side of the moon,

Where valleys of vice, entice the unwary,

In voice, with seductive croon.

 

Fallen, forsaken and fucked, by life,

A choice, irresistibly pressed.

Guidance from one, ignored by some,

To leave a mark that will bless.

 

Shared heritage, with emblem displayed,

Coat-of-arms, with stories untold.

Choice.

To do one, or the other thing.

More precious than diamonds and gold.

 

Eve took the blame, but so too does man,

Not, for loving the other,

But making some choices that, ultimately, led,

To brother killing a brother.

 

This lineage we share, passed through time,

Begun when the world was young,

Wisdom diminished and finished, as soon

As apple was touched by tongue.

 

Golden, the thread, that stitches together,

Mankind, in place and time.

The choices we make on this journey

Impact on the next in line.

 

One pause, I request, to think what is best

Before plucking the apple from tree.

Is whispering voice persuading your choice?

Will your choice affect you, and me?