Cult of devotees

The dying embersFlicker and flutterIn final gaspsOf freedom and truth.The wind is silentAfraid to move.In the bushes hide,Watchful eyes.Afraid to fly,In the open skies.Birds are hidingIn shrinking cages.Distrust in the airSuspicious minds Mobs on a rampageBlind in hate. The silence of the fewWatching in fearRegretting the deathOf their soothing voiceLeaders are stoogesAnd artists are mimes.Cult … Read more