Where the wild things are.

They live there,

hidden amidst the light.

Dangerous and deadly

this shrouded land.

This shadowland, ebon

and exclusive to all

only the chosen enter

knowingly and free.

Secret society of knowledge

they huddle in small rooms

whispering and cabalistic

as they decide our fate.

Forget the Illuminati

the Masons and the rest

these are the true

shadow lords.

Hiding in plain sight

drawing government pay

little men in suits

playing at war.

The buildings are banks

vaults and cashiers

and in the depths

the CIA hides.

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  • Sharpedon on Dec 1, 2010

    I suppose you clearly weren’t referring tto this :>
    http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0386117

    Denouncing and revealing poem!

  • dino renaldo on Dec 1, 2010

    i like this post

  • Karen Gross on Dec 2, 2010

    I like this poem. Lots of twisty turns – I love how you can totally change direction in one line.

    This poem reminds me a bit of a book I am currently reading by Joel Rosenberg – The Twelfth Imam.

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