Lay the crimson carpet before the golden slippered toe
Bow wretchedly before every step
Ring the bells and burn the incense
Drape garlands lavishly around fattened necks
As thickened lips wet with delicacies,
Feign sorrow for beggars that push and scramble for crumbs brushed from the plushest of robes while abundance is poured down already slick throats
Urchins perform to catch the eye
Endlessly flattering with hungry tongues that water jealously
As false benevolences are offered instead of sustenance and shelter
Everyone joins in
The worshipped and the worshippers
None realising that they are their own government
Easily able to overthrow
Questioning has not been honoured
The false emperors fiercely defend their positions flocking together like gulls by the seashore ready with cruel put downs and subtle dishings of manipulation
Beggars accept it
As they choose to remain hidden from their own power
Their education is stolen ……or has it been abandoned?
Ignorance holds them bondage to rotten schemers and vagabonds who dress themselves in robes of altruism as they eat from riches gained from hedonism and ego
Facading marries the two
Ignorance and Egotism stand united in wedded bliss…..
But one stands to the side and observes the procession
What would happen should he be neither?
He knows.
Standing tall.
Silent
Insight planting his feet firmly
Sensing there is something greater
A voice whispers gently
Who are you really?
Without hesitation
His feet turn and a new path opens before him the street sign reads ‘opportunity’
The path is called ’empowerment’
Determinations?
Not yet.
But hunger and questions…
Yes.
Little Wren 