By Mal Sealy
The Hidden Puppeteers
The creators, for so many.
The Be-end for all.
Bleedingly innocent destruction…
Timed organised designed, selfishness..
Constructed routes 2 dimensionally commissioned.
Soul- lost at sea treasure…
Legally corrupted, sunken
The end game… Glimpses seen..
Skillfully hidden, wearers in darkened clothe…re-tweeking/working
At all cost…. Blocked, turned away belatedly…
Diverted until matrixed bills exhausted…
Tools aged, perfected irony not lost
Eons of truth reversed for a few…
The messes once walked tall..
Shakingingly strong resilient
Individuals stoically moulded..
Holy Ball deep cellular conduits..
Collectively individually wired in..
Above and below, Us, you