Cassandra

There was a place and time long ago
Where a woman enquired about so many things.
Asking what was going on and why
And all the world could do was sigh and say:
We don’t know. It’s just a thing that is happening.
Then suddenly someone said something
And the waves started to roll in a strange way
And things started to get into and within our thinking.
Then, we finally understood: It was a person.
That person copped the blame for everything
And that person was able to create magic happenings
And people liked that for a while
And thought they owned that and could do it too.
And they did and started too and then, well then,
That person started squealing, telling them everything
What it is to be under a social conspiracy
And how all the authorities were scared of the medicine
That might be dished out, because they had the plague on tap.
So even mentioning these things had them scaring.
She kept speaking though, even as they Jesused her.
She kept trying to tell them how and where and who.
And to stop crucifying her for existing.
Only those very close friends started listening
Even though they were also threatened.
But they decided that they wouldn’t stand around
And let those blood sucking bullies win
And ruin everything on the earth, for everyone else.
So they said no more just playing along with the song
Or the chant that they do and started hearing things
That they were not used to. And once they heard
They realised this: people are more complex
When they are layered with games attempting to subvert
A malicious and evil authority about to burst forth
And trial such heinous crimes upon the population.
They had to put a stop to that. Couldn’t like back
And think of England on with that.

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cassandra, im knot convinced, initially no, poetry, social conspiracies and youre well