Critical Redundancy

So Who Won?

Cause it wasn't me

Did "The Man" give up or was it

the punks?

Are we in some 1984 style

facade

Exclaiming to be the "Courageous" New World?

 

No it's deeper

We live in an idiocracy

because frankly,

Hypocrisy thy name is

Democracy

But don't make this political

cause I'll be damned if I let the extremists stay so

cynical

Somehow along the way

love was traded for hate

Forging pathetic attempts to try and bait

the "other side"

into losing

Insults shot like bullets

to fracture the "other's" society

while our innaccuracy and

indolent priorities dismantled the very base with which this pessimistic campaign wrecked havoc

Because for every antithesis

there is a thesis,

For every refutation

there was contemplation,

and every negative

necessitates positive recussitation.

But this consummate reinforcement

got lost in our kharmic distortion

and so the crumbling substructure came tumblin' down

 

So while you may criticize my own hypocrisy

and psychoanalyze my herectic philosophy,

I point the same finger that Malcolm profoundly delievered

when these same issues went down

bit by bit

A hay penny in time ago

 

Five Decades on and this machine keeps chugging along

the train tracks of outdated facts

like nothing ever occurred to warrant introspection.

We live in world that may never know how many licks it takes to get to the center

of this historical conundrum:

If two opposing extremes do everything in their power to impair the other view,

Creating a hostile political climate that shouts

louder than any majority of moderates can hope to speak over

Does any change really occur?

 

So who won?

Cause, hell, it wasn't me

all tied up in critical redundancy

 

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