POETRY - POLITICAL


1984

A Kafkaesque totalitarian, Orwellian dark and sinister nightmare,
The archetypal fascist state, a grey creeping inevitability.
No hope, no chance of change, only the discovery of one’s deepest innermost secrets,
To be revealed, that instinct of rebellion, quiet and hidden.
But spotted and observed by the trained waiting eye, inexorably drawing closer
To it’s prey, the bounty and prize, at the epicenter of the homing signal.
In reality, the year the British establishment executed their assault and repression of the working class,
Prompting the Yorkshire miner union backbone, to battle on a field not of their choosing,
In the year of Orwell’s prophetic nightmare, of control and hopelessness.
Appropriate perhaps, deemed by whom, does it matter, do you care
About the patterns of history, the oblique lotus appearing throughout time, in periodic brushes.
Picturing cameos, mimicking mythological tales, of old archetypal roles re-enacted,.
Repeated throughout the globe, ethnically dressed and choreographed.
Now part of a brilliant militaristic plan, to perhaps finally conclude,
The chapter on internecine, ideological divergence.