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Sown as corn at little cost And doomed to bloom amid the frost Struggling through frozen earth Weak and withered after birth Swaddled up in soothing lies With jingles as our lullabies Numbered at our fledgling breath Weighed, tagged and worked to death Grown into a paper mould With ball and chain of solid gold Impotent to break or twist The wireless shackle about the wrist Conform, obey, do not resist A silken blindfold binding eyes To hide corruption on the rise While noblemen with scented whips Peddle lies from fattened lips Voices raised in honest fear Are drowned before they reach an ear Just watch the screen, rapt, unblinking Television does your thinking Accept the credit, pay the debt Take the chance and make the bet Tow the line and wear the tie Heckle the honest, praise the spy Apathy has your gullet gripped And leather fingers, sugar dipped Have slipped on over zealous triggers Suppressing freedom, defending figures Chemical fed and bred to serve Dry of tongue and numb of nerve   Right and wrong have merged together And apathy, our chosen tether The beast is neutered, caged and tame The sinews of defiance, lame Wash down pills with poison water Disregard the silent slaughter Slumbering as lions of old While politicians growing bold On plundered gains and stolen lives Until their reckoning arrives For once again the lions stir And shackles fall from ancient fur Beware the people, stay the whip The masque of apathy must slip Rise up, lions, sleep has passed With every lie and bullet cast A revolution overdue We are still many, they are few **
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Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 10:56 AM UTC
Masque of Apathy
Sown as corn at little cost And doomed to bloom amid the frost Struggling through frozen earth Weak and withered after birth Swaddled up in soothing lies With jingles as our lullabies Numbered at our fledgling breath Weighed, tagged and worked to death Grown into a paper mould With ball and chain of solid gold Impotent to break or twist The wireless shackle about the wrist Conform, obey, do not resist A silken blindfold binding eyes To hide corruption on the rise While noblemen with scented whips Peddle lies from fattened lips Voices raised in honest fear Are drowned before they reach an ear Just watch the screen, rapt, unblinking Television does your thinking Accept the credit, pay the debt Take the chance and make the bet Tow the line and wear the tie Heckle the honest, praise the spy Apathy has your gullet gripped And leather fingers, sugar dipped Have slipped on over zealous triggers Suppressing freedom, defending figures Chemical fed and bred to serve Dry of tongue and numb of nerve   Right and wrong have merged together And apathy, our chosen tether The beast is neutered, caged and tame The sinews of defiance, lame Wash down pills with poison water Disregard the silent slaughter Slumbering as lions of old While politicians growing bold On plundered gains and stolen lives Until their reckoning arrives For once again the lions stir And shackles fall from ancient fur Beware the people, stay the whip The masque of apathy must slip Rise up, lions, sleep has passed With every lie and bullet cast A revolution overdue We are still many, they are few **
ben-jones
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ben-jones
English
Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 10:56 AM UTC
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