We fortify ourselves from every potential danger:
the smiling assassins who greet us in faces of strangers
virtual enemies entangling us in their web
the politics and economics of countries we barely know, but certain our fates are somehow entwined.
We send our faithful emissaries to greet the unknown:
the triumvirate riders of fear, mistrust and anxiety.
They evaluate, and permute through distorting lenses.
We wait impatiently for their advice,
seeking sign of their return from diminishing fortress apertures that gradually narrow our views.
So imprisoned in amour plated hearts,
and hidden in cages with locks so intricate even we have forgotten the key
we seek shelter in the half light of life,
bent and broken,
mindlessly chanting spells and blindly following rituals
to conjure spirits of freedom.