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I hear a flute playing out a drunk like tune

Resonating a melodic forlorn cacophony to which I am not immune,

What does it mean? that I am sad or in pain or something

Or does it define in me the madness of feeling I am nothing,

That I am a lost soul that has only love for all to offer

The flute screeches out in sharp tones and my thoughts stutter,

Everything is spinning in my head which is filled with clutter,

Images of Kings and Queens, priests and politicians flutter

In and out of view as they destroy and kill each other,

Until there’s none left standing all are dead and the world is set free

The flute then plays a calming symphony within and around me,

And I become certain that love is all we truly need

To heal the world of all it’s brutality and inhumanity,

Yet in all this does anybody see or hear me

Does no one else hear the flute echoing our destiny,

That how we live right now cannot be in anyway sustained

That sooner or later the system of government and religion will break,

And the media that is the mouthpiece and that’s been a disgrace

Will like the oligarchs grip on all just turn to ash and blow away,

Into the ether, never to be resurrected again

The flute then enters it’s last refrain, a dirge to me the survivor or the insane,

Pounding out footsteps of a funeral march within my brain,

Love is all I need right now, as it always has been and always will be

And it’s the only path in life which will see me finally released to live free,

It is the only journey that will end any of my suffering and misery,

And the flute that plays for me signs off and sits down in the corner silently

And I share that moment rooted contemplatively,

In coalescence we join in a state of grace meditatively,

And the night draws in and we’re lost in darkness as the scene ends

And the director and composer then shout out in unison ‘and cut!’