Men Without Nations

Their Society, long ago complete,
They no longer use their dreams
to sleep
but shake apart the rational
dream
of Whirlwinds, silence
and snakes that speak

The future, in a blind yellow rage
yelled out to the old blind bear
to pretend
he can see,
before the door closes on his cage.
But the bear quietly speaks
"I have the key".

The new dawn,
promised long ago
turned out to be nothing
but a gust of wind
going the wrong way.