Back To Reality - Poem by Andy Wood
Feel that energy that courses
Through our bodies
Whenever our spirit divorces us
From the grim realities -
Of toil and separation.
Our blood spilled across soil,
Whether war-torn or from passion,
Our sweat and tears - the oil
Which lubricate the very machine
That rips our spirits to shreds
In a ritual so obscene,
We need to soothe our heads
Within selfish fantasy.
Worlds of escape built on
Old and New-age pageantry.
Hiding our true shape.
That energy that courses
Through our bodies -
Use it to fight those forces
And reclaim our true destinies.
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