The Keeper of the Cage

Dark clouds gather, tensions flowing,
Harbingers of chaos sowing,
Rumors tossed of dangers growing
Barely out of sight…

Out of nowhere, softly speaking,
Comes the Keeper, almost sneaking,
Warning all about the wreaking
Coming in the night…

“Let me share your pain, my friends,
Let me share your pain,
Join those gathered in my cage
Feasting on disdain.”

Thunder clapping, faces paling,
Monetary strongholds failing,
Voices joined in mournful wailing
Choking silent hymns…

Speaking louder, walking bolder,
Comes the Keeper wrapped in smolder,
Reassuring each beholder
As tomorrow dims…

“Let me fill your mind, my friends,
Let me fill your mind,
Once behind these sturdy bars,
Truths are left behind.”

Mass confusion, trust forsaken,
Few rewards for chances taken,
Faith and Golden Rules are shaken
From their rightful place…

Rising taller, sneering slightly,
Comes the Keeper burning brightly,
Features etched and grooved unsightly
On his fearsome face…

“Let me guide your fate, my friends,
Let me guide your fate,
Safety waits in my embrace
Just beyond my gate.”

All is peaceful, nothing stirring,
Fringe convictions now concurring,
Those within the cage preferring
Life to liberty…

On the outside, visage beaming,
Sits the Keeper, always scheming,
Locking out all things redeeming
When he turns his key…

“Thank you for your soul, my friends,
Thank you for your soul,
Trading freedom for your fear
Consummates my  goal!”

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About Kenn Allan

Kenn Allan currently resides in the American Pacific Northwest with his wonderful wife/editor of thirty-something years, their resilient daughter, three precocious grandchildren, and an undisclosed number of cats.

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