Tribes Unrealised

Dim window purple perfume sweetly drifts upon the lake

Of shadowed mirrors in the mind buried in the wake

Of an open glass transparency, a cause to filter through

The swinging cage inherently traps and shows no clue

It sweeps across the emptiness its fortress walls of fright

Alluding hands anointed form the cradles of our fight.

To sing a secret dignity, a pathway to the stars

With strings and wheels invisible we forge the very bars

That enter into sacred rhymes that penetrates the meek

The arrogant and ignorant empower themselves to seek

An embroidery of vanity sweeps throughout this land

In denial of humility, warm blood lays upon our hands

Borne of lust, false wombs of trust to break the ancient reason

The arrogant and ignorant empower them to season.

The cage that they have tempered cast of greed and lies

They sway the unsung gatherings of tribes unrealised.