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Democracy and fascism aside,
We are an Obseletist nation
With unchecked humiliation to pour upon those of a lesser caste
From pain present to pain past
we disintegrate with banners marked for rehabilitation instead of retaliation
something is wrong with this equation
Machinations are ruthless when covered in honey
because a spoonful of sugar makes the averice go down
and just a dollop of daydreams makes a great meal for a serial dominatrix
Patients is diminishing as the patriots are wishing
that they had seen this all coming
assuming we began on the right path, what road led us here?
People will do some stupid things for fear
so stay clear
Intrepid is the epithet scribbled as an epitaph
So every time that we forget, we become a number on a graph
that is thrust under the noses of corperate monarchs
We are a thousand miles apart, but still so damn close
Our eyes are closed, and our mouths open
We thrust our tounges out, trying to taste a piece of peace
only to discover that it's a bitter flavor
An echo of ignored dissuasions rings
like the tintinabulation of shattered dillusions
These are aphotic times
and as it boils like escalating prices of crude oil
our plans are foiled for the final time
because "whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive...,
it is the Right of the People... to abolish it, "
But we have yet to act for our own benefit
Self evident, though it seemes to be, the truth is overlooked
in exchange for complacency
We persue the same Object, ultimately
and our appointed Guards stand petrified in the corners
Instead of rallying against injustices,
we let the Problems preach pure pestilence
and protrude prolifically into the pitiful population
We live in opposite ends of one situation
Duct tape tight around fragile wrists that ache
from twisting against discrimination
Lungs are shattered from cigarette smoke shrapnel
and dust rising from chalk outlines
Columbine images blend in the mind with group sex fantasies
The childsplay that the Klu Klux renegade laid
has displayed our flawed mentality
Applaude for immorality abroad
The time has come to spit on God
We the people
will make an art of Anarchy
We the people
will tear the walls down and party
We the people
are grossly mistreated
We the people
we cannot be defeated
We hold these truths in the ripped flesh of adolecent hands
All men are created equally under tyrannical rule
and must all submit in unison to the well groomed fools
that look down from soapboxes
We accepted autistic teachers
and developed, inside us, demonic features
Criminal creatures drag tounges across infant necks
To hide the money, they tease us with sex
They grin with swords drawn as shame collects
Nothing protects us from them
They lie to us with subconcious signals
What makes you think the cavemen were clean shaven?
Who told you that Adam and Eve were white?
Who said the prisons arent just filled with babies gone astray?
Today, I decide to Declare my Independance
From a country that refuses to teach about its own wrongdoings
and from a country that wont acknowledge
the suffering of millions of Armenians
Of a country that is too interested in petroleum
to put and end to the slaughters of Darfur!
We are sons and daughters of a Nation built with bricks of prejudice,
but streets paved of good intentions
We have been told that we are the worst generation thusfar,
but I leave that title to the men in black in the house of white
We are never safe
But we can take our beatings
We roll with the punches all the way down Capital Hill
and we rest on the grassy knoll
We've kissed the ghosts of feet long since forgotten
Eyes finally open, we rant relentlessly until the world knows
that we are sick with a virus
A-I-D-S
America Is Destroying Sanity
We heave and retch until we rid our stomachs
of all the hypocrisy that they fed us
So maybe that makes us bulemic,
but whats one more disease on top of
OCD, ADD, HDTV, and the GOP?
They are the mental disorders of society.
What more can be done but tear our flags in two
and remember when we used to trust in God?
We are the new incarnations of old peace rhetoric.
We have the potential to fufill the dreams of a King,
but instead of freedom, we let hatred ring
- by SilvertongueSagittarius |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 04/30/2010 |
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- Title: These Truths
- Artist: SilvertongueSagittarius
- Description: Some political stuff that's been buggin me. NaPoWriMo day 30! I wrote this for some slams that Im doin soon. (2 in May, 1 in June) Im workin on doing 3 new poems for em. This is Poem #1 of the three. I hope to post the rest soon
- Date: 04/30/2010
- Tags: these truths
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Comments (1 Comments)
- Echo Ligeia - 05/01/2010
- Oooh cool: testify! (I say that because I really wish I was cool XP) This poem is like a million tiny barbs that hurt and reveal. Very nice! Nice images, and their brevity gives the poem a kind of acceleration which the ending couplet handles nicely. Lastly, there were a lot of little details that I appreciated and admired; thanks for your meticulousness.
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