The Lost Tribe

Tao Joannes
We dance freestyle steps like we mean it
To beats, unique, the sleepwalkers can't see.
We walk the fire line.
We guard the ancient gold.

Spirit unbroken by
Selfish lies of rich men.
Ears un-deafened to the self-incarcerated
Screaming for comfort.

We stride through clouds raining vision.
We straddle chasms to let
Pilgrims scrabble, desperate,
Across our backs to Babylon.

We teach the wolves new songs
To offer goddess moon
And let loose chains that keep them safe from Sirens,
And once we have come through they'll see.

The prisoners have no rag scraps
To cover their Emperor's nakedness.
And the warden can't explain
Why the locks don't need his key.

But donkeys still lunge
At carrots just further
Than a neck will stretch
Without black-hooded hangman's assistance.

We'll dance in air on our own time.
Pull back the curtain, show you what's behind
They'll sit there smugly and watch the feathers fly
While we show freedom what they look like.

Published by Tao Joannes

Tao Joannes is Jason Eaton. He has spent his life traveling to interesting places, meeting interesting people, and doing interesting things. Now he writes about it.  View profile

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