City Sleeps

Empty corridors under the city as we sleep  demons plot world domination. Democracy has no messiah the hidden conquest written in constitution. The blind follow white noise echoes enchanted by mobile screens. 

The forgotten ones remain in spotlight paving way of unity tongue tied dimensions, flipping inside out reality. The language of the birds still soars within bloodlines of the ancient ones. 

And here we sit pondering who to elect as our president. Cities of tents line the streets, our over passes, and under bridges. Broken needles stain our streets and their are still those whom are too amongst these starving children. 

Yet, somehow in this illusion we tend to blend in.  Seeking truth, questioning reality, what truly is freedom. We thirst for our own piece of ether.