Inferno of the Mind

Stiing behind the safety fence,
Watching the world in flames,
What good are their false promises,
Their pledges and their claims;

Whilst,

I spin, pace, walk, turn,
Outside the world - briskly burn burn burn,
Cleansing fire all around,
The charred ash scorch the dying ground;

With black sky ahead,
And black death below,
We hide from the dead,
And the truth that they know;

For,
What good is truth when hope
Gone forever,
Just a pointless endevour,
No pleasure;

I am safe,
Aspirations die,

The flames sigh,

And,
Burn on their way
Lighting the night,
Destroying the day;

No way

Out from the haven,
That drowns in it's protection,

With peace police,
And rigged election,
When will it cease?
This drop of rejection,

Never shall stop;

For,
Political rhetoric fuels the storm,

Inside,

The people hide;

But,

Beyond the fence,
The hope has never died.