Everything may be seen to happen in this time of mystery
Even secrecy and complicity
Everything which may be thought of
May be seen to happen
My quick studies of histories convinced me early
That there are no surprises
When it comes to the terror of governments
And their boots
Every thing may be seen to happen
It seems that we lone voices are arrayed singly
Against the vast machinery
Of a very sophisticated iniquity
But in truth, our lonely voices are a huge beach of sand
Inestimable, like the stars
Diamond sand, stretching forward and back
Where the Holies walk unshod.
© Mar 15 2015 Sidney Barthell
