Poem: The hollow people:

 

The hollow people make no sense,

They can’t split fact from feeling.

They see the world in black and white

And colours if appealing.

 

The hollow people don’t see time as future past and present

They rip up books to please their friends

Cuz that’s what they find pleasant. 

 

Why can’t they see that pulling threads will lead but to destruction? 

What’s done is done 

We know our faults

We don’t need your instruction 

 

The hollow people speak in tongues 

Derived from all our own 

But nobody can master them

They’re writ in sand, not stone 

 

The hollow people pick and prod at each and every word

That by the time they start to use it

It’s deemed crass, absurd 

 

Why can’t the hollow people see the statues are Ok?

Not everything that’s old and dusty must be thrown away.

 

The hollow people dance in circles 

Till the songs all end. 

But once the music dies away

They need to start again.

 

The hollow people can’t stop spinning 

Spinning’s in their bones 

Celebrating their destruction 

Each one casting stones 

 

The hollow people say they’re open,

Say they’ll love you so.

But then again, they’ll exile any lepers who say ‘no’

 

They were not always hollow,

To be honest,

Truth be told, 

They turned that way by following 

Stray calves shrouded in gold 

 

There is hope yet for hollow people

Some have seen the light

But then others replace them,

Spewing tales of new false plight.

 

The hollow people make no sense

They relish misery.

Stop spinning!

Say forbidden words!

Not all is heresy!

 

The statues are not out to get you 

Golden calves aren’t real

The world is colours, tints and shades

And no one needs to kneel.

 

So hollow people just slow down

And listen to our pleas 

Stop dancing round in circles 

Breathe in truth 

And feel the breeze.