Don't look upon the spoils with accusing gaze

Don't insinuate that this stranglehold should really

break

Don't jab conspiratorial fingers in that direction

Don't hold up to the light their dregs of purified poison

Gently you'll be dissuaded, brought around

Don't work out that the suffering mind knows when to die

Don't drink from jewelled chalices and wonder why

Don't steal back from exploiters that stripped you bare

Don't arrive back to thinking that he's got your share

Somehow you've been dissuaded and shut out

Objections raised all softened to a murmur

Wanton blasphemers shrink down in this vacuum

Loudest base pleasures stifled to a whimper

Colour and shade is so bland in this vacuum

Repentant - you've been muzzled in their open arms