2005-12-06 - IT - Intelligence Thwarted
in the year nineteen, ninety and five;
"no fear" was arousing and live;
a term lightly bandied before
the spectre appeared at our door;
insisting the landlord had fled,
resisting the quick and the dead,
easing the mind in our head,
teasing the wound till it bled...
Now, ten years after, it seems
this nightmarish laughter in dreams
stays muted in thresholds galore
but something is under the floor;
in trouble, the last become first,
the bubble, elastic, will burst,
the light, so fantastic, is cursed,
when best becomes likened to worst
the year is two-thousand and five
we absorb the onslaught and survive
while the Nazgul in darkness arrive
to defraud and mislead and connive
hidden from eyes which are glued
to the self-made designs they've pursued
so be quiet, shut up, enough said,
let us peer into dark days ahead
the year is two-thousand and six
and no one will bust out new tricks
it's all been exploited before
the shock effect always wants more
but time and then time and again
the winds will unleash upon men
two thousand and seven arrives
when the fires of the heavens save lives
when both rocks and sweet children decry
all corruption escaped from the eye
when a shaking both seismic and long
divides between weakling and strong
and many come in from the storm
to escape what now is the norm:
existence in plague and deluge;
a medical triage is used
to diagnose ills of the soul
the broken, again, is made whole
as miraculous wonders appear
and the knowledge abounds through the year
the year is two-thousand and eight
the scourge of islam will not wait
as it hastens to enter debate
but suffers an unforeseen fate
the year is two-thousand and nine
who could have judged this the time
when the earth would find peace so sublime?
technology soars on her climb
holographics reinventing the mime
as the prose of each line ends in rhyme
but the wise will discern in this time
the disguise only covers the slime
the deceiver, departing from truth,
a believer in lust, from his youth,
never fearing that justice prevails
continuing on in his tales
spinning the web to ensnare
a swarm, that as one, in the air
will become as the great counterfeit
And the ones who know God will know IT.
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