God, we love to vote
Because it matters, truly
So let the Man slit your throats
To hold the ballots of duty
Making promises they'll never keep
Letting our hope fall out so cruelly
But then they speak the right words
And we're seduced back to its beauty
Hope, change
The serpent is a slogan
Enticing us to taste
A fruit that's just a poison
Constricting all around us
Silencing all commotion
We don't question anything
All just contained within devotion
And when it's time to speak
We are proficiently dogmatic
Erupting in a fervor
To endorse the fear and panic
Raising religion in our minds
Until our hearts become mechanic
Programmed to hear only the system
We've come receptacles of static
Critical thought has been abandoned
Our introspection is a phantom
We just follow without question
Each submissive in tandem
Each corrupted in our minds
Indoctrinated to ransom
That we pontificate belief
In an eternal anthem
Every generation
Becomes another aggressor
Serving violence to the world
In an unlimited measure
Every belief passed down
To form a tyrant of successors
Who cannot think a thought themselves
And turn hostile with pressure
All culturally pompous
As dependent as infants
A congregation held together
Through processes so stringent
Throwing tantrums in an instant
At the first sight of a difference
Just to mask the very fact
That their whole being's deficient
We fill up the stadiums
And stare towards the podium
The passion in our minds
Conjure the soul of Napoleon
For the State is our faith
It form's a world that's dystopian
We see the absence of slavery
As just pure pandemonium
That's why we vote
Because we're trained that it matters
That without coercion and violence
Our whole world would just shatter
So we increase regulation
Profess a dictum of manners
All hailing this corruption
And our enslavement to masters
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Author:
Garathe Den (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is about the blind faith we put into the religions that we build, and the morality that we let rot away when our faith becomes more empowered then our own constitutions. Substituting our identity for the sake of patronage, for faction, for conformity and ultimately for vanity… Because we never realize, as a society, that we have lost all representation within these systems, and thus have forfeit our humanity to the corruptions of power and control. We are indoctrinated to have faith in them, programmed to view them as sovereign. But does it really mean anything, except blind obedience, a voluntary enslavement? The hope of this poem is to be a sobering smack in the face, an offense to our ability to lose who we are, in the manifestation of religious faith to nationalism, the State and institution. I want our beliefs to be compromised in a way that we can truly stand back, apart from mere faith and religious practice, to be able to question everything we do, to contemplate it all, outside of institutionalized orthodoxy. If I can write, I can think. And if I can think, I can question. But if I write without questioning, could it be nothing more then folly and fodder? So here are some questions, for those who don’t know how to form their own: Does voting matter? Should you invest your effort into taking part in the practices of State? If it doesn’t represent you, which I don’t think anyone would truly admit that government does, in its entirety, nor at its core, should you then offer yourself to any part of it? Is the product of State really worth your sacrifice? Is there really any hope for change through the utilization of this system, despite all evidence of history?
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100% right my friend
I wish it wasn’t.
Good true words and that last stanza says it all.
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