Resurrection...

Day 2,467, 07:57 Published in India China by lHonouR
Resurrection

If I had died,
And come back living,
My life would be marked,
By scars you've inflicted.

Upon my soul and spirit,
My wounds would prove,
The tyranny and slavery,
Set upon my flesh.

That eventually killed me off,
Into the land of the haunted spirits,
Where faith is barred.

While you watch in indifference.
And no one can reach us,
Behind the world unseen,
There are no enemy lines.

Life penetrates into multi-dimension,
What is seen is mere appearance,
What is heard is calculated propaganda,
What is spoken of in public spaces,
is often dictated by forces that sit camouflaged.
At the top of media towers,
As the principality of airwaves.

What is unseen, unspoken of, unheard of...
Is often the reality,
If you have seen it,
You have risen from the dead.
Indeed.

xordin