Linoleum Smooth to the Stockinged Foot [Single Version]

Eyes closed – mouth open Watching closely – nothing spoken Beneath glass – the world hushed Is a dream still a dream if you can’t wake up? Brain fevered – body limp In altered states – the truth is glimpsed Descending stairwells of the mind Drenched in morphine – and iodine Linoleum smooth to the stockinged foot Corridors dark – seeing what I could High priests in white lab coats Evangelise the disease as the antidote Science by day – prayers by night Belief now stretched – sausage-tight Boiled-in-the-bag – drip-dried Then sewn-up with the poison still inside Condemned as sick – though healthy The weak are despised by the wealthy Endlessly nudged to scrub their hands To bang their pots and beat their pans Then driven idiotic with fear Whilst dissenters are herded – then smeared Tyrannised by quislings and shills To self-censor ‘til the silence chills Mandates from self-appointed elite Growing more demonic by decree Yet the veil is lifting for all to see This ice-cold grip of insanity What will remain of these nameless people? What will be named their remaining evil? Beneath the light that casts no shadow The path is forked – but the gate still narrow