Deconstruct

Deconstruct  

Plugged into the power grid,

A conglomeration

Of Individual forces of power

Creative forces each in oneself.

Contributing to the grid.  

The grid assumes an identity

Of itself as the unquestionable authority,

Oblivious of it’s role, miniscule

Of merely bringing together,

The individual creative forces.  

Keeps them deluded

With the myth called money,

A tender backed by nothing

But empty legal promise.

Backed essentially by nothing.

  The money that sails

On the blood of innocents

At the behest of the w*r mongering 

And bl00d hungry beasts,

That facilitate the grid.  

The grid Holds people hostage to fear,

For maintaining it’s holographic existence.

Fear of death and extinction.

The pain of fear so big that the people

See the hologram as real and themselves

As minor nodes of the big machine.  

NOW, is the time for you, People

To wake up to the fullest potential

Of the creative forces that you all are,

The hologram is deconstructed

The moment you disregard it’s existence.    

09-23-21