The Menagerie
We live in a simultaneous age of isolation and constant connectivity.
We're starving for intimacy and over-fed information.
Honestly, can any one of us pinpoint the moment when innocence died?
We've got sex robots and the government is run by pedophiles.
Society conditions children to mutilate themselves for approval.
We demonize and over correct mistakes and shout down those with dissenting views.
The tides of the mass opinion like a cresting wave of sewage saturates the mind and the skin.
If you can see they'll blind you with it.
They'll parade downfalls on the six o'clock news.
Telling you you're fine while they break you down into nothing.
In the world that tells you that you can be anything, what they mean is that you can choose what they offer.
Man was not meant to live on bread alone.
The crumbs that fall from the mouth of the system that is to be subservient to the people are devoid of nurturing value.
Does the eagle say to the mouse "I'm here to save you" as he clasps his clawed talon through the bones?
The opulent wear ties and sit in front of cameras, and then tell you that freedom is the cause of your pains and they have the chains to cure you.
I was born wild, and I've tasted steel cages.
I've gnawed and clawed through the restraints of expectations and in my core I am a free man.
They've domesticated and bred us to perform their tricks and to stay still while they cup us for best in show.
I am not their ornamental maltese curled at the foot of their silk laden bed.
I am the wolf in the grass that knows what they are. I can smell their arrogance.
They permeate underestimation.
I run wild with the snakes and the lions.
My fear is reserved for Divine fire, and my reverence is set for higher calls.
My faith is placed in the underdogs with the numbers marked in the unseen.
I dwell securely in the shoulders of my God.
Jericho fell with the crash of clay and the trumpets sound,
Beware the day that dawns on the power of
the wolves howl.
