Deconstruct
Plugged into the power grid,
A conglomeration
Of Individual forces of power
Creative forces each in oneself.
Contributing to the grid.
The grid assumes an identity
Of itself as the unquestionable authority,
Oblivious of it’s role, miniscule
Of merely bringing together,
The individual creative forces.
Keeps them deluded
With the myth called money,
A tender backed by nothing
But empty legal promise.
Backed essentially by nothing.
The money that sails
On the blood of innocents
At the behest of the w*r mongering
And bl00d hungry beasts,
That facilitate the grid.
The grid Holds people hostage to fear,
For maintaining it’s holographic existence.
Fear of death and extinction.
The pain of fear so big that the people
See the hologram as real and themselves
As minor nodes of the big machine.
NOW, is the time for you, People
To wake up to the fullest potential
Of the creative forces that you all are,
The hologram is deconstructed
The moment you disregard it’s existence.
09-23-21