As free thought yields to groupthink,
As creativity surrenders to assimilation,
As reckless optimism submits to pious indoctrination,
And the hour hand bends its knee to distracting bureaucracy,
There was always be a remnant of resistance,
A small group of individuals who will not bow
to groupthink, assimilation, indoctrination or bureaucracy.
A rehabilitation for others who awaken from their nightmares
Generating tears among their desert eyes,
Forgotten laughter from their parched lips,
Precious love unspoken for in decades.
God's gifts will not be squandered among the remnant.
Their efforts will not be in vain.
A robotic genius will not lord over them.
Intermission drugs will not enter their bloodstream.
They will not don the oculus of deception
Nor chase the monsters over the cliff.
The threat of drones will meet the bat of their conscience.
The very threat of political repercussion will meet its own demise
In the simple negatory answer uttered by the assured.
The remnant will applaud their stage sibling
Salute the trail seeker in passing,
Shield the outcast while unearthing her treasures
Allowing Love’s beauty to unearth their own.
In falling, in crashing down,
Man cannot carry a hardened heart.
Its shell has been shattered
Its flesh exposed forever.
The remnant fall together
And light up the darkness awaiting a hibernating world to arrive.