Faking Life
Faking life
is all I do
is all they do
for fake is true
they entrap the weak
and rape the poor
all so they can score their whore
the slime and filth
their dirty green
their scum and muck
their corporate greed
they "educate"
(indoctrinate)
And never seem to obligate
to what is true and right
but who can set a moral
when everyone is different
and fish are bleaching coral...
They waste
their wasteland
Space
their graceland
And burn their memories of anything
all so they can recreate
the hate
they seek to etch upon
the slate
engraved
in bloody cursive
But they can't see
what can't be revers-ed
and so today
becomes tomorrow
and what is left but
wistful sorrow
the pangs of grief
lament
in chains
shackles on their
beaten brains
Their souls are stained
with angst and pain
And from the dark
they can't refrain
Refusing what was never there
what was a front?
What was a dare...
And indignantly
coy
looming there
the omnisicient
being
whom they revere
and fear
he leers
and holds their terror
near
and
dear
he does not shed a bleeding tear
for whispers to the
grave
their souls he will deprave
of everything that saves:
and slaves