Jewels

 The Great Heist

The Zeitgeist,

Walking the gallery corridors

Walking the faces

Looking a them through their bars

Prisoners in the Louvre museum

Take the jewels

Hanging from the necks of the mules

Hanging from the necks of the new Aristocracy

Was it the French Revolution?

Whose jewels were they?

When nothing is holding together democracy

When the threads of trust in humanity

Are breaking, rotting in the corruption of greed

Rotting in the complacency of money

What do these signs and icons of culture mean?

When culture is a society fraying at the seams

And what resonates are the drums of war

But war that is waged behind the scenes

And under the cover of a dark web

Of subterranean tunnels we've allowed them to burrow

Beneath our feet, within our homes, into our screens

We've creates these holes, this vacuum

No wonder them evil has grown 

in what nature abhors

In our crazy idea we could put the world on hold

When it was only the West that drove that myth

That it was greatest standing on the precipice

No wonder they stole the jewels from the museum

No one was guarding the national treasure

They complacently thought we live in a fluffy make-believe

There was no need to defend against evil