Jonathan Beale- A Poem

These Rites

People in their private ceremonies

The outsider sees: weighing the scales

In a division - suspicion dictates

This should know – and is however

The weight of war

The private half – behind the doors to seal

Voices stand out. 

And are as monuments in the air –

Awaiting ‘the new order’ –THE NEW ORDER.

To undo their once stone place

Robed paradigms:

Masses stand before plinths

Before the tyrants icon falls.