Public Cyst
The public cyst, from the big bad city.
The one who tells you, how to be pretty
And sell yourself, for the dollar;
Let the general public attach a lead to your collar.
Be exactly what they expect you to be,
Then let them condemn you, after they stopped you being free,
To express yourself, musically or poetically;
For their policy, is to simply make you agree.
They only buy your work, if it’s deemed cool by the magazines,
Which are only deemed cool by word of mouth;
So maybe we should all let out a scream and shout:
No to the government,
Yes to empowerment.
No to taxes,
Yes to investment.
No to prejudice,
Yes to justice.
No to inflation,
Viva la revolution.
Yes to freedom,
Yes to salvation.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
- Author: Aa Harvey ( Offline)
- Published: December 10th, 2019 12:51
- Category: Sociopolitical
- Views: 7
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