FREEDOM COME SLOW
We sit locked away from the world,
like Billy Hayes from Midnight Express,
The end day tantalisingly close,
Until its snatched away once more,
Our leaders treating us like mice,
teased and tortured by a cat.
And we make plans for our release,
re-routing previous plans,
which have already been dashed.
And our dreams are so small,
A week beside the sea,
A crowd at a football ground,
A night out on the town,
All the things we took for granted,
Now feel like special gifts from God.
These are inalienable rights,
Hard won from servitude and slavery,
Again stolen by diktat,
In obedience to so-called science.
Which has been shown time and time about,
to be false prophesy!
And yet I feel in a minority of one,
In realising this tyranny,
So either the one-eyed man is king,
Or I face the ducking stool,
As mad heretic,
It doesn’t really matter which.
DALE M 2021