Where Did It Go

To be a part of what’s going on you need 

to pawn your independence - not in worst 

and puppet sense where dupe describes 

who stands in which shadows and where 

least attention gathers; no, it is merely an 

affectation we overplayed, and there isn’t 

a chance in hell we’ve pawned a thing of 

value to a motley’s indifference anyway 

So we stand in line as dutiful citizens two 

by two and are harangued by the likes of 

harlequins in court jesters’ uniforms who 

portentously claim themselves being the 

resolution of our prayers; if you’d cared 

enough to pray - you’d’ve lost anyway

They have your sovereignty for pittance 

paid in platitudes as bare as baldness of 

an ego’s age; it is their dyed-in-the-wool 

arrogance, an innuendo of meaningless 

rhetoric which is, as they put it, ‘political 

speak beyond a pall of commonsense' 

So we’re all geese whose covenant flew 

loose and fancy-free out the window on 
back of an idea into an atmosphere of 
absolute incredulity; yet th’ beat goes 

on like its still here alive and breathing - 

so, who’s idea was it & where did it go 

© 18 November 2014, I. D. Carswell