The Secret Army

The Secret Army

The secret army

We cannot see

Open their mouths silently

They will not appear

Yet, silently we hear them speak

Their words of absurdity

I am me

Do not label me

No one fits into a designated box

You need to wake up

Don’t get hung up

Smell the sweet peas

Let them birds of wisdom set you free

Like a boomerang

Common sense will reign once again

Put down your invisible pen

Start living again

Wave goodbye

To the secret army

Let normal things stay

No new invisible words today

We pray

Language should not be replaced

By a fad of the day

Toria

26/1/2023