linoleum smooth to the stockinged foot

The The

Eyes closed, mouth open
Watching closely, nothing spoken
Beneath glass, the world hushed
Is a dream still a dream if you can t wake up?

Brain fevered, body limp
In altered states, the truth is glimpsed
Descending stairwells of the mind
Drenched in morphine and iodine

Linoleum smooth to the stockinged foot
Corridors dark, seeing what I could
High priests in white lab coats
Evangelise the disease as the antidote

Science by day, prayers by night
Belief now stretched sausage-tight
Boiled in the bag, drip-dried
Then sewn up with the poison still inside

Condemned as sick, though healthy
The weak are despised by the wealthy
Endlessly nudged to scrub their hands
To bang their pots and beat their pans

Then driven idiotic with fear
While dissenters are herded, then smeared
Tyrannised by quislings and shills
To self-censor till the silence chills

Mandates from self-appointed elites
Growing more demonic by decree
Yet the veil is lifting for all to see
This ice-cold grip of insanity

What will remain of these nameless people?
What will we name their remaining evil?
Beneath the light that casts no shadow
The path is forked, but the gate still narrow