A Poem by Michael Ingmire: The Age of Divoc
My love revealed a truth to me
As she always does so graciously
She explained that behind a cold, clinical term
Lay a nefarious word
It is the name of an ancient Hebrew demon
Spelled backwards our alleged crisis becomes the demon, Divoc
Divoc, who has the ability to possess many people at once
Who divides and subdivides
Who mandates, dictates and masks
Whose science is social control
It manipulates and maddens
Because of this demon, we have indeed become mad as a people
Generations may bear the scars of our uninformed fear
I see terror in the eyes of our children
For years we may continue to see the trauma and the damage done by our ignorance
Like all lower level demons, it seeks power at every turn
A masked minion seeking serpent solidarity with our politicians,
Returning evil abounds with folks such as the Lady Benghazi
This evil witch remains a strident, wretched and futile failure
Divoc loves the mediocrity of Politics and the Media
It is always easy to possess the bastion behavior of the self-possessed
The pathetic, the strange and the hollyweird always irritate my intelligence
Despite the promotion of Divoc by whiny entertainers and criminal politicians; No remedy seems to work
Whether it be distance, mask, vaccine or quarantine; All demons were defeated by Jesus on the Cross
God’s grace and attention to detail will ultimately defeat this sub basement demon and his scaly boss
The Lion of Judah is here, waiting for his chosen moment
Jesus will return to us in full glory and anger
We should repent and bow our heads
We, as the returning prodigals
Jesus, is the iron that hones our faith
We rebel against this Demon and it’s unnatural guidelines
We refuse the imprisonment of the easily led
Decades ago we had a Velvet Revolution in Eastern Europe
Today, we have a Diesel Revolution
A Revolution where men and women refuse to accept anything less, but faith and freedom
I now hear the ghost of my Grandfather, a wildcat trucker
His ghost howls northward, towards oppressed people
In Canada and throughout the world
It is a howl that reaches inside those who refuse the ravings of tinhorn tyrants
As we sharpen our knowledge, we must practice our three R’s
Resist, Revolt, Rebel
“But in that coming day no weapon turned against you will succeed. You will silence every voice raised up to accuse you. These benefits are enjoyed by the servants of the Lord; their vindication will come from me. I, the Lord, have spoken!” Isaiah54:17NLT
