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Thoughts Atop

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By El PoetPublished 2 years ago 2 min read
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Thoughts Atop
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I write what I see thus truly visionary

Sitting squarely on top of the city sharing

Ideas through speakers blaring, who I is

No secret...folks can clearly see it, though speechless

We, each, are teachers, so reach just

The goal: critical mass consciousness...so I speak up

In a world twisted since before your birth

They'll tell ya, you are...no more worthy

Than the products they'll sell ya...Church

I don't preach, I just decode clues

True speech, it only reaches a chosen few

The rest left a mess, they so confused

Getting fresh with poisoned perfume

Not knowing what they do

Consume, consume in a toxic doom

Similar to cloned sheep grazing

'Round Up' ready grass blades

While people act slave and gaze at

Stoned, concrete emblazoned corporate crests

Serving processed food on paper plates

That say, "It's moist and fresh, and good to taste!"

"Thanks, I already ate!" Is what I say, sometimes.

Commercials replay, replay, subliminal relays in the mind

With the micro heat wave of technology these days

Even chips have chips that emit signals along the spine

GMO seeds bare strange fruit on vines

Convinced to need it, though nutrient depleted

Masses eat it, feel defeated and beyond contrived

Manufactured disease is on the rise

Warfare is germicide...genocide

Believing in the lie is suicide: priceless

And population downsizing seems timely

To an elite eye blinding crowds smiling

To pop tunes of sirens heard nightly

A frightened society, said politely

In a police state where peace is fake

Greed takes each human being's fate silently

TV and movies: sex, drugs, and violence

Music and entertainment: pimp cups and bibles

Idiots and idols left idle, turn videos viral

It's just sick I know

Click-Klack-Clack, load up the rifles

This just in... the next line of defense

Save the dying kids from prescripts and diagnoses

We already forced to buy petroleum

Flabbergasted off this plastic environment

Where life exists? Or is dying in?

We all living to be live again...

Zombies at night, bees in the hive of men

Who will survive against sin?

Who shall survive and withstand?

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About the Creator

El Poet

Subscribe, so I can provide something magical while striving to be autobiographical. For the life of me I shall not take a sabbatical. I'll keep writing these apical poems, as longs as it's fashionable to my passionate flow. Let's go!

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