The Walking, Talking Now Poem by Bengt O Björklund

Thus the walking, talking now
found itself in the midst of war
between the righteous how
and those who merely observes.

The power that is puked money
making long term misconceptions
like a true hypochondriac
claiming dominance by fault.

Glossy shadows of that power
fed on illusions of narrowness
with focus of self imported
aspects of visibility.

Daring is a glorious move
that does not feed on blood
nor on religious fervour
defying the ordinary order of deeds.

The walking, talking now
points to flaws at the fundament,
all for the sake of a present ongoing
and its misinterpreted complications.