Night Moves

I am sitting on a one way bus to nowhere
open- topped in desert screams
are heard or lost in rushing moments
No one listens, eardrums bleed.
Jumped on in night with hopes of homeward
recognized no one it seems
Lost in plight I wake this morning
mystified by my night’s dream

Actors on a pumped up stage now posing in a haircut rage
Who defines their pomp and glory
how did they climb up, this page?
Mystified we watch in trepidation
held by what, no one explains
Money, power, greed in bouquet, tossed to them ……….it pains!
The bus I travelled let me off though
others held in endless plight
deceived, derided, dumb submission
holds them fast, they seek no fight
Who gave the tickets for this show now?

Who conducts orchestra or bus?
How do we relieve those stars now
of the pinnacle and thrust?
Voters voted. Regimes changed
on the stage the words unceasing
audience in pure disgust………………………. …………

Sh!
It all started with a big bang
man began……..

sang………………
If we keep it up
this ruck
will end in one…………..

Philomena reworked April 2017

 

my tale – can you guess  the stars in hair cut rage?
 

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