The government is evil
I've got eyes that see for centuries
Deceitful, all but lethal
It's a holocaust of recipes
Calling it a masterpiece
Rob you of your memories
Worship is the centerpiece
As silence falls on travesties
Burial, the view
It is graven of a different kind
Crucified the Jew
Death, destruction, devastation primed
Colleseum audience
Chanting for the death of time
Hate to hear the obvious
That genocide is not divine
Raised up in the multitudes
A mob that breeds through hatred
Minds lost to hysteria
Through fear all dominated
Striving for a common cause
Conformed and congregated
All civility abandoned
As war leaves them segregated
No connection in relationship
The absence of a family
Tribal in their heritage
Gainful in their vanity
Raising principalities
To cultivate brutality
Lurking in the shadows
While the mind turns to insanity
This is not a fantasy
Mass indoctrination
A plague throughout our history
Cultivating nations
The evidence is in the act
Of all submissive patrons
Turning citizens
Into the reapers of damnation
Holding silence to the travesties
While parading institution
Condemning all that acts of peace
While praising persecution
The religion of the State
Is to demand your contribution
Through choice or through violence
With no hope of retribution
There's no hope in revolutions
Within the rule of any governance
That which man has crafted
Can't create a lasting covenant
For authority through violence
Will not bring about deliverance
And the sermons that they choir
Are but a serpent's utterance
Slither off the tongue
To seduce you with its poison
The venom of a lie
Set to claim the life it's stolen
Time to rise out of the depths
To the chance to be awoken
Let the evils fall away
And let these chains finally be broken
© GaratheDen
©HeartOfBabel
- Author: Garathe Den (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 19th, 2021 11:29
- Category: Sociopolitical
- Views: 25
Comments1
all so very true, a sobering read..
until we realise, that same oppressive government
is in actuality, employed by us
voted into power, by us
paid for, by us...
and so I ask you, All
exactly Who, has the Power
in this relationship?
One of the ways, they deter us
is by making us feel powerless and obsolete
while its they, that quake
at the prospect of us awakening
to the Realisation, that
We, Dictate to our government
at least, for now
while there's still a semblance of
a Republic's feigned
democratic ambiguity..
We need only heed the power, we Wield
and we can start undoing our mistakes
from that very next Ballot box, we stand in front
(some succinctly worded, incisive commentary, as-ever dear poet)
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