Of Dreamers and Despots
by YeriYah Wolf
I tell a tale of blind dreamers
and hungry despots
singing as it were a new song
In full regalia and perfect pitch
They perch as gold fringed sirens
luring all that pass
Hear oh mortal man, they sing as one their haunting song
this enchanting one world song.
All Rhodes, they say lead to your demise
except the one that rules our seas.
Think not of nations but of states
locked in fond embrace
under caring counsel
of our enlightened code.
Put aside your antiquated nationalisms
see the wonder of our way.
In it is the promised end of chaos
and a new and fine tuned order
that can only set men free.
Pay no heed to those who cry alarm
they are but remnant of a by gone era
fraught with folly and fond of foolish passion
They are to be pitied these poor unfortunates
Caught looking back while the world of wonder lies ahead.