A poem that came to me in a dream this post. It was the kind of avalanche of words that makes you get out of bed and write them all down. It doesn't happen that often but when it does I obey.
HID IN PLAIN SIGHT
the car moved through the ranks of the oppressors
and not one of them thought to check the identities
of the smiling people who waved at their enemies
and so did not discover the wounded man in the back
night would fall in an hour
sanctuary lay in the hills
the demonstration had failed this time
but nothing lasts forever
some day one day they would win
So what's it all about? I'm not sure. The term false flag I suspect comes from Patrick O'Brien's series of novels. The poem seems to be about hiding in plain sight as the title states and escaping to fight again. Seems a positive poem. Your thoughts on this one are more than welcomed.
I always feel blessed when a poem arrives as I sleep, though I have no idea why one should turn up this night and not another. The muse must be acknowledged. Thinking back to that specific night I cannot remember anything but holding the words in my head while I searched for pen and paper.
Until next time.