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Phantoms of the Oprressed

Desire dies slowly

abandonment within

fate bred to face alone

silence of suffering.

Children cry from distortion

women die on end

the cold sense of fear gorging

every instinct within.

Fanaticism, blind cruelty

the mind to be God

debased truly

as blood flows from hearts.

Winds churn- raging eddies

no tears, bloody;

depravity, twice tavesty-

hypocrisy of religion.

I search the distant blue

my thoughts are moved

voices forgotten, trodden

self-centerness of a world unkind.

The arc divide, broken skies

solace flees the innocent

sometimes I cry,

pain- the despised

in ever shifting winds.

Politicians driven by riches

labor for the elite

vultures with calculating eye

the poor decieved.

Capitilaism cloaked democracy

the art of oligarphy;

socialism, communism

nameless faces

brace death everessencently.

Prejudice in every form

the world thread bare

cold eyes stare.

Signs of the times

and wicked crimes

justice becomes shadows

sympathy like quenced candles.

Whispers in every sunrise

meanders lapis luzuli

usually unheard tears

within timesless fears.

Prepare, red storms, scorn

rage and revenge

lips with daggers borne

intentions not missed.

Still they gently rise

as phantoms of life

burst the seams of tyranny

on every heart.

 

hurt everywhere.

 

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Sides of The Coin

 

The battle before us

The Left and the Right

Calling to everyone,

“Join in the fight”

 

Calling, demanding:

“Which side are you on”

The Left or the Right

Not the right or the wrong

 

Dividing while fighting

Nere missing a day

Not doing, nor proving

They mean what they say

 

A dog and a pony

Make up their whole show

Crafted to hide

Where they want us to go

 

Crafted to hide

Who is really behind

All that we’re seeing

And someday we’ll find

 

That the Left and the Right

Who call all men to join

Are nothing but opposite

Sides of the coin

 

Traitors




Subtle in the acquisition

Rumors remain tradition

Deliberate in the accusations

Vocal with exhibition

 

Selling off the pieces in secret

Handshakes that go unseen

Antiquated paradigms, A fantastic design

Elevate the splendor of trampled dreams

It's much worse than it seems

Cognitive dissidence

Partitions to alleviate common sense


Selling off the pieces

Shelling out the dismay

In favor of obsolete enemies

 

Subtle in the acquisition

Rumors remain tradition

Deliberate in the accusations

Vocal with exhibition

 

What is broken must remain broken

A perfect system

To drown out and discredit any alternative

What is broken must remain broken

A self-perpetuating mode

To ensure only few may enter the fold

 

Selling off the pieces

Shelling out the dismay

In favor of obsolete enemies


Whittle away at the core

Placid towards the reality

Tangible value whored

To elusive fallacies

To exclusive vanities

To convenient casualties


Whittle away at the whole

Execute the plans

Riddled in power, controlled

By imminent commands

By grand stands

To embellish threats to man


Subtle in the acquisition

Rumors remain tradition

Deliberate in the accusations

Vocal with exhibition

 

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