Of the storm in the day, With the knowledge of the day, Do we damn ourselves fully. With this desire to learn, to explore, Do we ever damn ourselves more. As time progresses, so does our ignorance; So too, will we be beligerent with our ignorance: But it, as with life in this age, Is a fight we are bound to wage, but one also we are bound to lose.
A pretty whore, is government; Whispered words and promises, Cajoling compliance, to lie in bed with her; E'er blind to her untrue nature. Damned be our fate, so easily Do we fall prey to the wolves: While bred to be sheep. Fate is a statue of your own carving, Chiseled and perfected at your discretion. Shame, for reality differs: We are but clay, molded to the Ignorant officials desires.
The looming fury, unfettered, Burns, burns with the Eyes of Power, Fueled by the Hands of Corruption. Acceptance, singed by the fury, 'Tis nothing more than a fools dance. A jester, in the guise of Justice, Holds sway over Liberty. Ah, poor Liberty: First a beautiful statue, Now, a hollow stone, coated, In untrue beauty; loud and empty words.
Life, overidden with contentions, Filled with negative freedoms; So denied and so untrue. Cry out! Protest! Live; live and fight, Do not rest: rage on, rage on; Burn these empty promises meant to seduce, Be not the prey, but the predator!
Oh, what trivialties we live for, Social animals - Sheep! Sheep That lay vulnerable, seduced to Bed with the whore that is Liberty, Whispering sweet nothings, Alluring, Enticing, Denying, To the empty growls of the wolf.
The life so often wished to be led, Is a hollow pipe dream, A thing so paltry, so fake, so surreal, It is a self delusion we live, If that road ought to be taken. Ah, to live, but with the limitations That compose our reality. To hate, to love: to experience What it is to be human. This, this is what we need! The true meaning of human life Is the embracing of our emotions, feelings and naturalistic Desires and wants. To comprehend True and pure logic, reason and reality. Oh, how pathetic this fake life is! We must Advance, progress, evolve: drive on And live our lives as humans to the utmost!
A fickle thing, be the human mind, Weakly waving as it does, Floating to and from the stronger, To the weaker, of the waves. The creeping storm, doth press the calm Waters that is humanity. These things, These crimes - perversions of nature, Cause the disruption of life, As we perceive it. If only this Storm, untamed and unpredictable, Would lay dormant for but a lifetime: For then we may force the ruptured Wave of life, to calmness as It is meant to be.
The demeaning stature, That is the ever present Justice, Is what we dread. The twisted, mutated, mangled, Form that composes the system That decides our fates, is so Horrible to the true mind, that it May drive one mad.
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From this reality I wish to go, To a new and unfounded place, In hopes I will not have to bend. Oh tragic life, how paltry it is: So full of liberties that are not liberties. Weep, weep; for this will never change, The undying justification of tyranny, Of lies; Of hate; Of the supremacy over the inferior. Weep, weep; for human nature is eternal, For we are blind and this will always be so. Weep, wepe: for that is all you can do.
hey dude! Are you anatcist? your poetry sounds like. I can't write poetry about govn'ment I can only write about death and drepressing stuff like that. ~royale
those that love will learn not everything dies... those that die will learn not everything loves... those that live forever will learn that it is alright to love the dead...
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