Self-Interested Nwo Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

I
look
afar and
around to
only see people
turned inside out
ousted, outed
opting to stay
tuned in to that
which is out…
I hear the
hollow echoes
of fear filled voices
distant, wailing minions
slowing, blocking, cutting
paring courage to burnt ash…
These people; humans, acting
inhumane, expressing all their
discontent by showering, their
asp on the reality, of what is to
be, the fate of all of humanity
this is, "their will" you see…
What say you all, of this
present daze; the truth in
all of reality, that this truth "wills"
the keyed notes, staked through each
heart, all over the world; maybe tonight!
Issued from that "vision in three", pillars
rising in, the eternal flames of forever…
Whatever; I love this term, the intelligent
squirming, as "they" understand the
connectivity, within all things; every
one thing being a sum in itself, but
it, is just a minority particle of the
greater whole; in that total which
is equal to all things in the entire
vastness which is the universe…
Every one augments this truth filled
reality, and one day soon every one
will be together with no worries
about that global domination
dream; it was an allowed
illusion, a limited timed
version, a distraction
granted for a short
time to the foolish
engrossed and entirely
self-interested, NWO…