" AS NOSTRADAMUS DRAWS NEAR "

In the crystalline limitations of life's monotony
Leaders are likened to heavenly bodies
And the heavens themselves misunderstood
With Kingly jealousies
Mistaken for genuine seduction
It is a dangerous state where automatons remain
In human form
But are elevated in the eyes of the laws
That filter God's good intentions
And eventually corrupt
The well lived lives and Love's
Of lemmings
Who, through presidential advice
And subtle indoctrination
Lead the way into political concerns
And away from the humble
Quietness
And forlorn appearance
Of those who blindly adhere
To the intervals
Contained
In the subtleties of words
Left in quatrains
As Nostradamus
Draws near....

Tony Taylor   (Chicago)