So It Came (part VI) (day 3178)

As the Fear sunk in
They were told to avoid touching
Avoid hugging
Avoid interactions
With other humans.
They were told
And they listened.
A handshake was no longer allowed
Personal space was strictly enforced
Not only by their Government’s police
But by company police, by employees
By a strange suspicion
That even neighbours would police
Themselves.
Gatherings of more than two
For anything
Other than essential-to-live services
Were strictly banned
Vehicles were no longer allowed
With more than three people in them.
All public services were cancelled.
Customer support ended.
Even employees of a company
Could no longer work as they had
For they were no longer allowed
To speak face to face.
Fear as it was, ruled in their hearts.

To Be Ready in thy Soul (day 1725)

I wish I could reach out to you
Hold out my warmth in arms
I’d be your blanket wrapped around
To keep thy soul in tight

I wish I had the strength to grow
As the tree grows up and down
I’d have protection under me
To shade thee from heaven’s rain

I wish I was wind beneath
Your sail so taught and ready
My breeze would cool on warmer days
And speed thee through thy storm

I wish I had a bent back
Worn from thy service to thee
I’d be rags to keep thy feet
From ever touching hard ground

History Sleeps (day 688)

And your swords
Heel’t by the pressures of oath
Forcing thought from mind
Into duty, sworn and bred

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It is here where deceit grows
Amongst the cobwebs of freedom
Faith of the free
Growing dissonance

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But straightened backs
And freshly pressed regalia
Adorned with pride and service
Calm thy boiling blood

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Hindered with loathe
Confidants biding their time
In halls of betrayal
Seething with ego

Unnatural betrayal hidden
Behind blind eyes of service
Suckling the easy tit of
Mephistopheles

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While memories float frequently
Between graying hairs
And balding victories
Scavenging the lands of truth

Relying on honor
A choice and a path
Not a reason or calling
But inward honesty

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Though demons fight unceasingly
Through hushed dark corridors
Escape routes of the squeamish
Icicles of setting winter

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Until the end remains clear
Ancient avenues of chestnut trees
Above the family crypt
History sleeps as change begins