Dwellers Poem by Jon Peter MIah

I sit and I wonder, sleepless as I ponder
How many left stop and think, gaze off into the yonder.
To question your very existence, why are we surrounded
By such greed and malevolence? .
In our dreams we see more clear, its not obvious what to expect
But we all know what we all must fear.
In life, we have the strong and the weak
In death, we have the violent and meek
Behind a mask of righteousness the suppressed shadows creep
From out of the worm holes their secrets now leek
Where some see freedom, others see a
a prison - of glass and concrete.

Look past the surface, deep into murky waters
For there is much life that lurks beneath.
They burned all free thinkers, who dwelled in countryside and heath.
Swept under the carpet of time.
And you just mock, you say
"The problem isn't mine! " …..
Your essence is their opiate, your life force their drug
Jack boots trampling, like a malevolent child with bug.
Branded with labels and stapled with names
White wash your picket fence, with what's left of your brains.
Your mind on a leash, your inner spirit you must unleash
Just remember the dwellers - of countryside and heath.

By - (JPM)
23/5/11