
I have compassion for the rationing of awareness The inability of folks to figure the patterns And stare this Glaring inconsistency In the face and make a stand To withdraw the consent From insidious command Over Ones spirit The crowds are fearing the wrong Epidemic The panic of delusion is pandemic intrusion Into the cellular script of collusion Mitochondrial corrosion As the implosion Erodes the Masses Staring thru dark glasses In Virtual Classrooms Designed to incarcerate as the farces Raid the reCycled Dream Isolating heretics from the Mainstream But We Insert a splinter into the screen To provoke the We To reWeave the Seems And unTangle the Angles Of Perception Of Me~s that bleed Copyright Charleen Johnston 3-28-20