Creativity Versus The Conservative Order Poem by DM W

Sparks of originality and roots of compassion
Are often contained in the dark secrets of wounds.
We should never try and build walls around our hearts.
We can only receive grace when we are broken.
The repressive systems, that are forced on the world,
Are created by those who simply cannot bear
Existential pain.These pale creatures of fear;
These reducers of consciousness continue to
Run our societies, and callously stifle
Creative spirits and cultural alchemists.
They invariably connect and glibly speak
To the fascist within us all. 'Obey orders! '
Is the crude mantra implicit in their message.
They are now ubiquitous; as they dominate
Our screens and our minds. They prefer the cold,
Telescopic eyes of surveillance to the warm,
Vibrant heart of universal communion.
They cannot hear the angels' lamentations.
They are doomed to fail. And because they will not look
Deeply into their own souls, they cannot hope
To transcend the worldly desires that confuse them.
Hence, the mystical rose will always elude them.