Inappropriate (Poetry)

I guess it’s ‘inappropriate’
to scribble rebel things
I’ve never toed the party line
my words have unclipped wings

I tell the truth although it hurts
and undermines those tracts
told as gospel by sly men
who obfuscate the facts

No one should trust the newspapers —
the headlines of the day
nothing now is black and white
but foggy shades of grey

It’s time to shed a little light
and let some fresh air in
clear dull minds, reset each heart
since faith and hope’s worn thin

The sheep are sizing up the wolf
the mice play ‘stalk the cat’
a hot wind’s blowing from the hills
the Devil doffs his hat

Some listen to their inner voice
that’s whispered for so long
a revolution’s on its way
come hear their marching song