Feelings rush around my body provoking the thoughts in my head.

The struggle to delineate right from wrong bares down on me like a heavy dark shadow carrying the weight of my misgivings.

Am I a tool furthering destructive programming from big brother?
Or
a hapless dreamer looking for silverlinings in the dark ?

From divided love and loyalties,
I swing: a pedulum of frustration and anxiety one minute and stop  in apathy the next.

Perception and point of views have too many depths to dive into.
each one a murky abyss offering nothing but the promise of enduring mystery.

I throw my hands up
and still  get shot anyway

I show the colour of my beliefs
and im labelled a facist

I fight for my freedom
and am labelled a racist

I respond to hatred with contempt
and im held in contempt

I fight a war that I never started
and found myself left to my own devices

The enemy laughs
as it uses our enlightenment
against us.

Delusional,
we think we're winning
Propaganda machine doesn't sleep,  
always on a
24 hour
need to know basis.

I stole love and I withheld it
I cried poor and never meant it
The vice in my hands
told me to do it

What happens now?

Feelings rusharound my body provoking the thoughts in my head.
The struggle to delineate right from wrong bares down on me like a heavy, dark shadow carrying the weight of my misgivings. Am i tool furthering destructive programming from big brother? Or a hapless dreamer looking for silverlinings in the dark ?
From divided love and loyalties,  I swing a pedulum of frustration and anxiety one minute and stop laguudly into apathy the next. Perception and point of views have too many depths to dive. Each one a murky abyss offering nothing but the promise of enduring mystery.
I throw my hands up,
and still get shot anyway
I show the colour of my beliefs and  I AM labelled a facist
I fight for my freedom and am labelled a racist
I respond to hatred with contempt and I am held incontempt!
I fight a war that i never started and found myself left to my own devices.
The enemy laughs as it uses our enlightenment against us.
Delusional we think we're winning
Propaganda machine doest sleep always on a 24 hour need to know basis.
I stole love and I withheld it
I cried poor and never meant it
The vice in my hand told me to do it
What happens now?