On Waking Up To The Ignorance Of Society And The Ignobility Of Those That Hold Us Captive Poem by Scarlett Charlotte

Hastily clad and quite quickly forgotten
These words are the soul of which I've begotten
I see now the faux pas of my world's existence
And the meaningless chime of that word 'Resistance'.
We're programmed to live and accept all the rules
A whole bunch of liars, beggars and fools.
This world of huge choice, individuals fray
With the glitter that simulates the heat of the day.

One night, sleeping calmly in candlelit grandeur
And dreaming of things, that others can endure
soon face to face standing I came to myself
Who forced all the memories I'd hid on Time's shelf
Forced all the cares of which I'd forgotten
Left withered like flowers, like fruits that go rotten
I saw all the past that needed no future
Washed away by the day to day rush of the culture
Mesmerized plainly, I speak frank without candour,
Of things I assume only others can endure
So waking quite seemly and seeing it plainly
I set to society, living it tamely,
As all who live are bid to aspire
No knowledge is needed, to learn or acquire.

But it struck me with pain when I thought of that dream
And all of society drifting down one mainstream
And the care which none have the strength to project
For fear, the exclusion so clad with reject,

So I pulled those half memories out of my twilight
And they stood there, shuddering, blinking out daylight
But presently their pale eyelids closed and un-fluttered
And their hair, quite the shade of toast that is buttered
Flew out behind them, their mouths all agape,

And the Thoughts of my once captive mind grew a shape.
And the beauty of these two once shrouded beings
Struck out my breath and denied me my reason
And the question slipped painfully out through my mind
Of how I'd allowed them to writhe, lost and blind
Others around me now stopped and stared
For the sight of the Thoughts was a thing to be shared
And others around me soon brought out their own
And a world of this mystery to mine eyes was shown
A world of such glory, with no moral oppression
Of beauty and poetry, no pain or aggression
Thinking so freely the Thoughts looked about
At the mass of the people who shivered and shout
And an uproar so perfect, a rising of wills
Filled all our hearts as a brief love fills
The dam of emotion and potent devotion
Filled by this mass of majestic commotion


When suddenly, so quickly, the dark hid my face
And I found myself sprawled in a familiar place
For tangled in bed clothes, I crawled to the sill
To stare at the breaking dawn, over the hill
And my heart lost a beat, and my mouth lisped a moan
For how dare I know things that shouldn't be known?
How dare I question the system that loves me,
And think of free thought, and all that's above me?

But sometimes, I wonder, when drifting down Mainstream
I wallow in sorrow, at the dream in the dream
And I dare raise my eyes to the machine high above me
The machine that is known by all, and who loves me
And I try hard to think, a Thought to provoke
To drift high above all the smog and the smoke
And sometimes, a shadow walks swiftly behind me
But always the people who drift, still remind me
I fall down to earth with a thud, just to realise,
The change rests on earth, not hidden in Grey skies.