[ Cultural Ballot ]

Heart of Babel

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

  • Author: Garathe Den (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 17th, 2021 10:17
  • 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?
  • Category: Sociopolitical
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Comments2

  • Saxon Crow

    100% right my friend

  • Goldfinch60

    Good true words and that last stanza says it all.

    Welcome to MPS.

    • Heart of Babel

      Thank you for the welcome, I appreciate it!



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