Throughout the city, cults began to rise, calling themselves deciples of the persicuted child, and the sons and daughters of the new age, among many other names. Police units, being underfunded, and undermanned, could do little to stop them. The followers of the so called, new religion, predicted the day of Tyrant, and a new world to come, often blocking the already cluttered streets, chanting, dancing, and going to many drug induced states. Units could only disperse them, but they'd soon find other places to hold their meetings, and arests were few and far between, as often, police found themselves overpowered by the large crowds who would fight and die in the name of their new god.
In time, those in power would come to fear the very monster they created, the salvation they gave birth to when at the edge of their demise. They called it Tyrant.
Otherwise we'd all be Muslim!
Treats, and Trickster's ghoulish-ly
entertaining the popular vote;
immigration reform is on the ballot
once more, looking more like a
menu dessert item, condiments
cost extra.
Masks covered by masks,
Costume Forums, a masquerade
masquerading day and night, dreams
and nightmares. Knocking on my
door with political propaganda as if
my views were wrong for being
different than theirs.
There is no US or THEM only YOU
and ME standing united, our fall
divided by a vote, which most live
and die for. The only vote that counts
is what the MAN says; voting is a
systematic approach to classify the
masses, labeled mindsets, puppets,
a trickster's treat.
Soulkritic® 2014©
They said I was too friendly
and too mean
and both were unprofessional
They said I didn't wear enough clothes
and I wore too much
and neither was the right look for the job
They said I was too worried about being first
and then I wasn't fast enough
and there was no middle
They hired me to communicate
and told me I talked too much
yet I wasn't given a chance to state my side, my opinion, my view
They said I needed to mature, needed more experience
But they said they expected more from me than ones that had been there for 25 years because of my background
so I did everything I could
They said I wasn't the right fit
and this time I knew why
they'd called it "the piping" in the past
He said he'd never managed a woman before
And I knew the translation
He wasn't going to manage a woman anymore
Because he'd made the distinction
The discrimination
I was a female
in a man's world
and they'd say anything
to get me out.
I seriously doubt it was a governmental requirement
To disrupt the initial plans for our retirement.
It’s ironic don’t you think that the first place we wanted to see
When we retired, was our nation’s capital…Washington, DC.
But for reasons only they know the government in that town
Chose to fight amongst each other and shut the government down.
When you watch them arguing with each other in the Capitol or on TV
They’re acting more like toddlers than the rulers they should to be.
Because like toddlers the Republicans suffer from a childhood syndrome
“I didn’t get my way so I’ll take my government and go home!”
When you listen to their sound bites at how all this went awry
You have to ask yourself, in Washington, does everybody lie?
I’m sorry our trip is cancelled but I am even more dismayed
At all those people who during this shutdown won’t be getting paid.
If any of our founding fathers were still alive today
I’m confident that I know exactly what they’d say.
They’d say we tried to be intelligent with this government we designed
But this, my friends, is not the government we had in mind.
They’d lament at how it’s not the leaders but the politicians who make the rules
And they’d shake their heads in disbelief at this government of fools.
Earlier I compared them to toddlers…this loose end now let me sew up
For unlike the politicians of today…toddlers eventually grow up
I don’t have any answers but to fix this there might be a way
Perhaps we can find our leaders…on the next Election Day.
The flag is a spiderweb.
We are secure, but we cannot escape.
They take our guns, they control our minds, they alter our media.
We are clueless and defenseless, but we are content with our
iphone six-hundred, or whatever comes next.
Complacent sheep waiting to be slaughtered.
I'm pining in Limbo.
Becoming derecpit and swollen in the damning Vestibule.
Scintillating, squirmy memories of goey boredom that laminated me with a spackle brush; and happiness that came and went so quickly,
it should have been sold to me in a bottle.
Cigarettes and college jerseys cleave to my naps like a fitted sheet.
Sleep, big woman,
sleep away your worries for your tinkling, cocaine babies.
Sleep little man.
Rub your nose on your corduroy pants.
Do your duty, child.
Lock and load.
Do not tear your tongue away from the window of the bus.
