“Your battles inspired me – not the obvious material battles but those that were fought and won behind your forehead.” – James Joyce
When one wonders, then suns thunder
across glossed-over underlings
like lost discoveries, nothing to see here.
She hears familiar whimpering,
steel tears still shimmering;
is all that glitters truly gold?
That’s the myth we’ve all been told,
a fairytale to quell the rebellion.
Our Orwellian overlords can’t afford
to lord the lie over us.
The sword rises over us,
the blood flies over us;
and still, yes even still,
the prophecy remains unfulfilled…
– Kurt Poleet