Looking outside
“Color-of-your-skin” riot
Kinda feel inclined
To snicker at the “defiance”
Cannot be denied
Never gonna keep quiet
Rise to vandalize
Watch them turn into that street pirate
Everybody’s here
Rage into a tantrum
Rile up the fear
Broken down into an atom
Propaganda smear
Just holding you to ransom
Logic all but disappeared
While violence remains the anthem
Breaking everything
Don’t even need a reason
Wishing we could hang
Try hanging me for treason
Swing orangutan
Just looking for an eden
Lighting up the gang
Make this Molotov a beacon
Why everybody mad?
The politician said so
Dogs at the command
/ Bĭch·es / who can’t let go
Keeping to the brand
Holocaust the ghetto
Suicide at hand
Religion set to explode
Cycle of history
Repetition of the dead
Zombies rampant in the streets
Look to steal their daily bread
Insult set to injury
Abandon hope for hell instead
Impoverished life, a ministry
This story seems to never end
On and on it always goes
Who is gonna stop it?
Uncle Sam, you suppose?
Who sees your death as profit
Another riot has arose
Banking the deposit
The emperor, he has no clothes
If we’re all being honest
Will you cease to emulate
Will you break the habit
Can you exist outside of hate
To turn now from your antics
Or will you proceed to operate
As State, megalomaniac
There’s no quicker way to subjugate
Then to become the erratic
You wallow like a victim
Yet it’s you who chose the torture
Should have refused the system
But you’re calling for more “order”
Your faith isn’t just a symptom
It’s the key of this disorder
But until you let go of fear
All you’ll ever see is horror
© GaratheDen
© HeartOfBabel
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Garathe Den (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Amen! say it like you see it:
no more 'participation medals'
no more pretending 'plastic skin' looks real
no more 'Hollywood as perpetuator of wilful ignorance'
no more 'democracy, being pirated by wannabe socialists'
no more 'right or left' political divides, Just the middle ground
of informed Personal Accountability,
striving to glean wisdom, to insure Our ballot boxes: once more, Matter!
no more 'bigotry against All religion' for their past crimes,
no more 'equal right's', for armed extremist zealots',
no more 'betraying countries' we invaded to begin with,
no more 'arms deals with unrecognised governments',
no more 'pretending sexism is an archaic issue',
no more 'females being allowed to bully men, out of their fatherhood roles, as retribution for failed relationships',
no more 'hate against those with progressive gender identities' we're just human in that pulse, where it counts the most...
but much more, of your insightfully incisive poetry, dear Poet
much - much more, please!
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