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-Click, 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?
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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