eulogy for the past

the souls of freedom
are in temporary guise
seen through a window of opaque rhetoric
as though miming
a sad eulogy
for the past


but playing like the dead
is no solution
rather, a distraction


so up you cowards
in awe of illumination
take the helm
course the journey
from perplexity to enlightenment
save the route
protect the words
for they are
the mere
saviour
all we have


©14th August 2010 Hey Hey