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This is not my story, but I will tell it no less,
Just another man lost in the shouting contest,
It's clear to me there will be no release and no rest,
It's the paradox of war and conquest,
Fiction or non,
Seems to me its our choice,
Should I twist or should I hold my voice, and so I
Cast my gaze to a distant land,
But no man can be an island,
No island is a man, and so its,
Killing time in the ruins they’re despair driven,
Killing time on the buttons for the brass villains,
Killings fine if you’re if you’re a fine suited politician,
Poly-trick-em narcissism they will never listen,
LISTEN. It's an agenda in form,
Orwellian predictions of our social norms,
So let me open up this cold can of worms and warm,
I feel the shame when the leader’s calling people swarms,
In two thousand and nineteen eighty four,
I breath a short sigh and wonder what matters more,
What kind of world should I prep my son for,
Or what kind of dogs have we leashed up to guard the doors,
Now can you take another propaganda battering,
Righteous and grappling the rabble from the right wing,
HIM.
He’s just another rat king,
Expecting mice in his in his midst to be pious to his flatterings,
Tell me can you deal with the truth?
And walk a mile in the shoes of those with nothing to lose,
Does it really make a difference in the what's or who's,
The word of Jesus is gone, but what would Mandela do?
I stand by it till my words must burn,
Tell me how many souls must we reap just to earn,
And when daylight and birdsong return
Will there be enough time or lessons to learn so lets burn.
Today’s dust is tomorrow's water,
My days grow long but my times gets shorter,
I grappled high winds and cold marauders,
I hope you understand when i’m at your border,
Todays trust is tomorrow's slaughter,
Lost in the sinkholes of shells and mortar,
I could be your son mother or daughter,
You’ll excuse me if I don’t take orders.
And so I urge from the side of compassion,
Cos sense & paranoia they collide just to pull a reaction,
And stats can be manipulated any which way for any faction,
Whichever gains the publics traction,
You see this empire’s a dying leviathan,
Forged on the blood of those who did no wrong,
Once strong - rampaged & pillaged in your mind from long,
We even teach it to our children in song!
And yet the greatest trick they played is to bind you in voyeur,
Oh look, another scapegoat embroiler!
And stupidity’s an equal opportunity employer,
Red top operation: DESTROYER.
Pangea is a damned small place,
It's riches are no more yours than they’re mine to chase,
Uou can try and claim a superior position of race,
But at least face the child with the blood on her face….
Today’s dust is tomorrow's water,
My days grow long but my time gets shorter,
I grappled high winds and cold marauders,
I hope you understand if i’m at your border,
Todays trust is tomorrow's slaughter,
Lost in the sinkholes of shells and mortar,
I could be your son mother or daughter,
You’ll excuse me if I don’t take orders from hoarders..