The Restless Few

Beyond the sea lie the restless few,
Unforgiven beauties of foreign design,
That skim the surface only to find themselves
Deeply imbedded in silt.

Where hungry merchants,
Built of ancient standards,
Thrive on the desperate struggle
Of the restless few.

Content to sit in judgement,
The slow decline of culture
Is their pantomime,
Their dirge to the restless few,

That hang like cobwebs, between
Roots that climb amongst the roots
That have sunk, deep into the earth,
Always there as a reminder,

To a home that was,
And now with eyes that see not the home
But the space to be occupied
They’re displaced not by choice but violence.

Oh, the restless few, sustained by the tides
That flow ungoverned by human design,
Just be with nature’s endless turning
At peace with all that comes and goes.

But now the tides are changing,
The fattened tyrants with a filthy agenda,
Dictate the lives of the restless few,
And the silt it is thick, the silt it suffocates,

No longer does breathing determine life,
How do you fare when it all falls down?
Your life becomes a ruin sold for viewing
By tourists who don’t understand the context,

Of how it came to be this way,
Unsustained and malnutritioned,
The restless few they fall in line, too many fall in line,
With all the other dispossessed,

Skeletal hoards with upturned hands,
Baron souls without desire to stand,
The restless few, they flounder,
Their beauty forgotten like the fisherman’s wife.

The Restless Few

twistedson

Joined November 2007

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