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Written immediately following the calling of a snap election by May's Tory government in 2017. It is a magical (magikal?) invocation designed to awaken the young and to get them to vote for their own futures. And fuck me,if it didn't very nearly work.The young voted en masse and the Tory majority was completely wiped out. - Not that the poet received any acknowledgement, or thanks, of course.

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INVOCATION

This is not a weak-pleading or a polite invitation
It is the summoning forth of mighty universal forces
This, is an invocation

Land God
Earth God
Mountain God
God of flowers
God of the invisible particles that fly upon the breeze, unseen
God of the Underworld
God of the Over-world
God of the fabled magic money tree
Old Gods, New Gods, Great Gods and Tiny Gods
I beseech thee
I invoke thee
Shake us out of this drugged-up, zoned out world we now inhabit
Wake us from out of our soma-induced torpors
Reawaken the latent spirit of liberty
To make us masters once more of our own destinies
I beseech thee

God of crows and hawks
God of sparrow-hawks
God of the Mighty Redwood
God of twilight
And God of urban planning
God of all that exists within the great beyond
And all that breathes beneath the great blue yonder

I gather you
I command you
Combine your mighty forces
Corral your winged horses
And wrest control from out of the clutches
Of our psychopathic handlers

See, my own careful conditioning has led me to assume
Your vital energies exist in forms
I cannot and dare not even begin to comprehend

But I now consider your ancient and eternal truths may be secreted
Upon the breeze between the bending willows
Or in the breath upon my sleeping pillow
Maybe the truth resides in the turning of the tides
And the message of liberation is disguised
Amidst the blaring of car-horns or piercing sirens that breaks the spell of peaceful night

Your mighty and fearsome force has been suppressed at source
Suppressed by false gods
And artificial energies
Energies whose very existence requires the subjugation
Of your undeniably liberating and cleansing powers

I offer up by way of an exemplar - the embittered class of nuke-em-high
Clambering, fearful impotent men with rheumy eyes
All set fast upon a path of wanton annihilation
All devoid of wit and independent thought
Let alone the capacity to envision
A million souls blasted into scattered fractured molecules
That will lodge themselves deep into the lungs of future generations
And for what: what do they base their rampant fear and loathing on?
An engineered pantomime-play of flag and country, of strength and stability, of progress harnessed to economic stability.
Shadow-play
These angry men
These impotent men
They who had it all, they who consumed it all
And now wish to deny it all to the cursed ones to follow
They are hollow men
Soon-to-be-forgotten men
And their twisted tangled narratives can’t be allowed to define us any further
Thus I invoke you
To usher in this golden age
A golden age no longer mired in fevered dreams of fading empire
But rooted in boundless possibility
And harmonious creativity

Ancient Gods
Gods within and Gods without
Patient latent waiting Gods
Let us hear now your mighty shout:
This is the birth of our supressed creation!
This is the hour of our liberation!

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from Rejecting Soma, released October 19, 2017
Words : Steve Mcauliffe
Music : The Mighty Ur

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The Mighty Ur are Steve McAuliffe (words) AC Monks, DP & Sned (music).This bandcamp site holds the music created with with a variety of musical co-conspirators in a variety of styles along with the works of The Mighty Ur

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