Sheila Williams ~ Singing Cloud
What voices are these I hear,
whispered madness in my ear,
dreams of terror and destruction,
screaming spirits hide the children.
Poison water in the lines,
shooting stars leave me blind,
phones are ringing off the wall,
silent danger stalks the halls.
People dying in the streets,
killing each other for a bite to eat,
hidden places filled with peace,
here we wait for defeat.
All the lies are now exposed,
sold away by our own chosen,
lulled to sleep by white noise,
willing sheep led to slaughter.
Moving pictures, silver screen,
flashing lights and killing games,
raised and conditioned to obey,
taught from the cradle to be slaves.
Rebellion, thoughts, and ideas,
drugged away when they are children,
all spontaneity seen as bad,
too contentious, oh, how sad.
Normal now is zombie mode,
keep them quiet no roughhousing,
stillness is demanded,
get in line for your daily dosing.
Whatever happened to happy laughter,
climbing trees, and chasing rabbits,
where are the shouts and fighting,
not allowed, too antisocial.
Every word thought and deed controlled
now by those who lead,
no mistakes are allowed,
hate each other for what you are!
©Copyright October 12, 2007 by Sheila Williams ~ Singing Cloud