The Wolf Knows Its Howl

Enforced surveillance and censorship of the creative mind, particularly by oppressive government is nothing short of a crime against humanity.

Midnight Dreams  - Howling Wolf Seerenade

The Wolf Knows Its Howl
by Michael Doyle

When a writer must be brave
To memorize just to save
The words inside their heart
A new sort of world finds its start

The poisoned tongue of pessimism
Finds its unfettered opportunism
In hiding in lesser known shadow
Believing it a place authorities won't go

It's over, the days we'd fight
For our scraps of truth to come to light
Stifled into the crevices of the night
Though our consciences know it's not right

The powerful control our education
Through this, culture finds its eradication
Too many have been turned to sheep
As the surveillance state watches us sleep

To put ink to paper is our unmasking
In a darkened world ready for the undertaking
When we arrive at living just to die
The artist and the poet choke down their cry

The bitterness of man's winter closes in
As we labor to become free again
God alone knows all as we heed his call
Watching as civilization around us falls

(c) April 23, 2020  Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved

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Writer, poet, musician, surfer, father of two princesses.
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