That critical mass
Is a certainty
An unambiguity
Everyday the voices coming
Fanatics are at work
Zealots, the unshakeable
Warranted each lurk
In unmistakable places
Convinced and now assured
There’s now conclusive evidence
Unguarded every day
Our couldn’t careless attitude
May blow us all away
Unwary and unguarded
Pigeon holed we be
Incurious as hell itself
In our morbidity
Degeneracy of spirit
Contemptability
Unconscientious falsehood
Underhand and sinister
To be healed and untrue
Lawbreaking dishonesty
We shall fall into
A diabolic stress
A hell of our own making
Purgatory no less.
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.