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Im sitting here, alone and provoked
By this smoke, my eyes deprived of oxygen they choke,
I ask mother nature, to please invoke me..
With her serenity,
God are you there?
Cause im about to make a deal with the devil, you see.
Maybe in prayer, in a 2000 volt chair
Like a mother yelling out for help, as her child, slowly closes his eyes,
But cries are sugar coated lullabies, to lies disguised as gods of a nation so wise.
So, in my humble demise, I’ll flip through the pages of philosophy written in white ink,
Have some moonshine, here have a drink..
Listen to me, as I contemplate humanity, it words which bigots own,
But deny, and refuse to condone..
A shattered skull, like broken domes, in ancient Rome
Lying on the Caesar’s corpse, a royal broken home...
Like a fetus, roaming through the chapters of a scripture tome
Corporations, exploitation, corruption, GREED
Rape, Murder, deception, dead SEED's
Speed, weed, please, beasts FEED
Conceit, concede, mislead, manipulate, SUCCEED
It does appear, so often,
It does appear, so often, that the world is only about money. A reason to be the change we wish to see. This is really well done. I enjoyed reading. I wrote this one a long time ago, shortly after I learned this country has sent innocents to death row.
J-U-S-T-I-C-E
The Highest Bidder Takes All
Revenge is up for sale today,
‘cause fate took a loved one away,
We had forgiveness in our hearts,
But traded it for "bigR’s" part,
In helping evil win the soul,
Of us and those it can control,
Our human frailties win again,
They call us all "American",
We kill with pride in our great chair,
All suckers to the word despair,
We’d rather see the wrong in things,
Hear only what good gossip brings,
We won’t accept pain in our life,
So we’ll just help to cause more strife,
‘cause being too compassionate,
May cause our minds to soon forget,
About how good it feels to be,
Proud owners of revenge.
The chair, the needle, or the fumes, the future calls them "sacred rooms",
Until we learn the sound of lies, we’ll blindly bring our own demise….
By closing off reality,
We shut doors on humanity,
And lock ourselves within a hell custom designed,
Only to sell the highest bidder one more way to kill again,
To "save the day",
And we escape from taking fall,
The highest bidder wins it all!!
Election day the leader’s crowned,
And lies throughout the land resound!
The chair, the needle, or the fumes, the future calls them "sacred rooms",
Until we learn the sound of lies, we’ll blindly bring our own demise…
The children learn well how to buy and sell but soon condemn,
And fate will ring true bells of freedom handed down to them by
Sacred rooms that tell the story of the way our minds get twisted,
In confusion when ignoring "human"kind(s).
And many "heroes" of today will be seen for the first,
In light that makes it all too clear how we did at our worst,
But for today we’ll all go on and wander in the dark,
The highest bidder takes it all,
And leaves that shameful mark.
The chair, the needle, or the fumes, the future calls them "sacred rooms",
Until we learn the sound of lies, we’ll blindly bring our own demise…
God bless you. God please bless us all.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "