Rights, violated
And for what
A means just to safeguard
Old politicians
Sights, dilated
It's enough
To read between the lines
To a road of perdition
Traveling, distancing
Losing your prosperity
Coax you to allegiance
Submission to the vain
Groveling, conditioning
Losing all your clarity
Hoping for salvation
Through the clasping of a chain
Parole, control
Term to set the limit
Stockholm of a syndrome
Another four years
Behold, your soul
Nothing but a gimmick
A tomb whitewashed
All rotten in its fears
Go vote, slit throats
Sliding in the ballot
Serpent is a slogan
The anthem of your praise
All ghosts, these jokes
Calling it a talent
Partisan the charlatan
The ways that they betray
One step, one theft
Inch to take a mile
Freedom now a phantom
Liberty an epithet
One right, one left
Both of them hostile
Mirrored in relation
Embodied in a president
Psyched out, fear now
Claiming comprehension
Pitiful existence
Like cattle to a claim
Woah, now, bell cow
Clanging for attention
Rattling the cages
All its efforts left in vain
Some see, most don't
Fickle in a vision
Wandering a labyrinth
Lost without a path
Some change, most wont
Bound to their religion
Worshiping the devil
Just to get a taste of wrath
Life, annihilated
And for what
Supporting of a system
That only brings you shame
Light, isolated
To disgust
Try to wick the lantern
To the kindle of a flame
© HeartOfBabel
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Author:
Garathe Den (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Nothing stifles freedom, innovation and the quality of life faster than systems and institutions. They squander resources, dissolve prosperity and regulate you to the point of slavery, all for the sake of power and control.
- Category: Sociopolitical
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Comments4
"Freedom is an illusion"
If only we could think clearly and face reality.
We're all just hallucinating our own reality anyway 😛
As was confirmed before,!
“ I am having a hallucination now, I don't need drugs for that.”
-Thomas Pynchon
Just ignore me, I'm sleep deprived and it would appear my legally prescribed drugs are not working.
And thanks for adding a new author to my ever expanding list of things I haven't the time to read.
It wouldn’t be polite if I simply just ignored you, and I am sorry to hear about the inefficiency of your legally prescribed drugs, haha!
While I very much empathise with your points and the feelings which underlie them.....how might an alternative present itself?
A write which demonstrates your awareness and conviction in true poetic form .
Abandonment.
'Groveling, conditioning
Losing all your clarity
Hoping for salvation
Through the clasping of a chain'..
I laud, the editing and determination
that helped weave such a free flowing read,
wonderfully executed
thanks for choosing to share, dear poet
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