In times when

In times when the demos locks itself up

In times when mediocrity is the only value remaining

In times when all truth is opinion

In times when ‘the best lack all conviction and the worst are full of passionate intensity’

Then is evoked Tyrannis Soter from the pit called Because

Mouths are filled with ashes and blood

Hands are filled with torches and clubs

Knees are bent in submission

Minds are bent with lies

No, my love, this is not the start of the fight

This is the sundering that will have us at each other’s throats

When the Marshal stands over us and raises his baton

We will look up in surprise

Then the fight will begin.

I would cry now but that sea was drained long ago