Do not say to me
that in life, is offered freedom.
Do not lie to me
and tell me everything is okay.
I am finished with the sacrament of stories,
I am done with lying through my words,
this world is falling apart in maladaptive chaos,
through the will of man, of companies and debt.
Do not sing to me
our prostituted freedoms.
Do not give to me
the ******** you've been fed.
I am past the need for fair and approved judgement,
I am beyond words for the injustice displayed,
from the cruelty of man to all species,
to the decimation of a low-income estate.
Do not offend me with
the policies for tomorrow.
Do not pin your bias
to the colour of your tie.
I am tired of fighting through this longing,
I am exhausted in the mere light of day,
because each day in your power is bereft of all hope,
each day in your power, we're enslaved.
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 10:03 AM UTC
Do not say to me
that in life, is offered freedom.
Do not lie to me
and tell me everything is okay.
I am finished with the sacrament of stories,
I am done with lying through my words,
this world is falling apart in maladaptive chaos,
through the will of man, of companies and debt.
Do not sing to me
our prostituted freedoms.
Do not give to me
the ******** you've been fed.
I am past the need for fair and approved judgement,
I am beyond words for the injustice displayed,
from the cruelty of man to all species,
to the decimation of a low-income estate.
Do not offend me with
the policies for tomorrow.
Do not pin your bias
to the colour of your tie.
I am tired of fighting through this longing,
I am exhausted in the mere light of day,
because each day in your power is bereft of all hope,
each day in your power, we're enslaved.
When wine talks over the top of your suppressed thoughts.
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