General Oranges
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Original Oil Painting on Belgian Linen
Framed
By Helen Norton
90 x 120 cm
1999 Second Test
The expulsion of General Oranges. Lotsa grails. The judgment is served upon the judgers when their hypnotising grails are revealed to be no more than boxes of overstated symbols as abundant as oranges. Just a trick like a dogs bluff. Powerful only because they said they were. Here they are sent to their own maker and expelled from rule, their grail's spilled all over the place, cheap and common. The men in white oversee the event as the lambs celebrate with big red “gas” balloons!
The pillars of society and balance stand solidly in place, not up for judgment.
A MILLENIUM TUNE
And the great leaders known
Were plucked off
And into the rivers thrown
From ones amongst the locals
Came older seasoned wisdom
Valued common sense vocal
To drown the system restriction
The poor dumb lambs
Angry at what they saw
Their lives illusion was a sham
Wanted to have another war
But the wars were part of the trick
The emotional trigger
They were brainwashed to think would fix
But resulted in pain and suffering bigger
It took along time to show
The bleating flock
The boat was theirs to row
Their secure faith was beaten and in shock
They waited on their knees for the end to come
They fell asleep staring at the distance
They dreamed a fitful dream at the setting of the sun
A dream filled with primal fear and the end of a dance
And who more surprised than they
When their eyes opened once again
To live another day
The dawn was new and alive
But still really the same
The new day offered them more than survive
Not a place to be if you wished to remain emotionally lame
The towers crumbled the anger soared
The flock realized the worship
Had been to individual power hoarded
Turned into strangling, choking grip
Upon the people
Blind as they marched
Hypnotized by cross and golden steeple
Their own inner soul completely surpassed
The missed the point clear
Of the unquestioned power invisible they were rationed
They were indeed trapped by their own fear
Were they to harness the same passion
To see their way to responsibility
They would have found the key
Of the sleeping greatness
That on the final day rests with you and me
Humble was a word of control
To batter potential single greatness
Of the rights of the evolving soul
Creating confusion and leaving inspiration a mess
Get down on your knees and pray
Was evidence afore ye’
Of the tactic of control that day
Integrity is still possible to see
By standing firmly and accepting responsibility
So look more closely in your yard and mile
For the white turned to gold
Sits just below the surface in the pile
Of discarded hopes and inspirations bold
It is there within your reach
All the gods you will ever need
All the tools for us to teach
The forthcoming progeny of your fertile seed
The long sought after reign of peace
Sits in the throne on your own land
Loving the self is no longer a beast
The answer rests in your very own hand.
Norton ‘99
