Tunnels

Deep beneath the network of roots,
Bedrocks of suffocated nutrition
Lie the tunnels; treacherous, mysterious
Encircling themselves into an abyss
Where the truth takes shelter from the Sun
Only to be dug out in search of power.

Encompassed in a whirlwind of smoke
Where heat builds pressure with every thrust
These tunnels wake up again; sinister
In their ambition, possession, decision
To cradle the truth once more into oblivion
Only for the exhaust to release it into thin air.

And this is the air you breathe, intoxicating
In its vice-like grip, it blends into your blood
Thus are born the tunnels again; veins of mistrust
Changing colours from blue to grey to green
Slowly sinking the weight deep into the recess of the mind
O Human! Your truth is no longer meant to shine.