AI generated
It’s been years now since some of us were woken,
shattering falsehoods, breaking our chains - finding freedom.
On the airways, finding each other, we listen,
pondering the unseen, taking notice.
A sealed door, suddenly thrown open,
a pathway appearing for those daring enough to trust.
Brave souls must stand firm, and trust,
in an unjust world into which they’re woken,
heavy-eyed until they’re open,
relentlessly, fiercely seeking freedom.
We clamoured, only ourselves took notice,
those with heavy ears refused to listen.
We grew aggrieved - why wouldn’t they listen?
To authorities they gave all their trust.
Surrounded by absurdities they failed to notice.
Why were many asleep, whilst others were woken?
In conformity they thought they’d find freedom,
stuck in houses, with windows wide open.
Yet our horizons stretched, broad and open,
new voices rising, fresh truths, listen,
shackles traded for sovereign freedom,
learning quickly who to trust.
Webs of corruption are falling, we’re woken,
and paying close attention to what we notice.
Now we stand witness, we notice -
the aftermath, the fall out, laid bare and open.
Daily more eyes are getting woken,
to the rotten core, to themselves they listen,
finding again that voice inside, to trust,
letting it lead them forwards, toward all our freedom.
AI
A person deserves nothing for choosing safety over freedom.
Who walks this world, but takes no notice?
Who gives all their trust,
to those deceivers, destroying the world in the open?
Who ignores the words of the prophets because they fear to listen?
Who prefers the blue pill than to ever be woken?
We have woken and we notice this freedom,
our hearts open wide, keen to listen,
with the quiet, steady strength of trust.
For those of you interested in technical poetry this is a deliberately broken sestina. Not the easiest format, but worth the challenge.
Thanks for reading.
