Wading through the propaganda
Trying to get by on empty lies
Drinking up all your lines
About freedom and fruit
Tripping in the holes that I see
From you explaining all your truths
Now I'm down in the muck
And my hands look dirty next to yours
Because red looks better than mud
Especially from under the water
Your silver spoon turns to rust
But you can just buy another
With a fresh nepotism flavored polish
Painted chips on your shoulders
Giving you a streaky humbleness
I don't believe in your god
His holiness shoved down my throat
Preaching to a choir
But the choir never showed
Just don't bite my fingers off
Coated in a tv static nutrition
Maybe if I take these working hands
And give them a gun
We'll see who hits the floor
Smoking nights and smothered heights
We live in the dark
But that just makes us more honest
Cause your politician's smile
Has never been more clear
Especially when my stomach's rumbling for a fight
Bloodied knuckles hit the deck
You point the bombs our way
See who's left to pick up the slack
Voting on choices
That leave us less then human
I wonder if you felt it at all
When your crown became horns
Feathers turned to leather
Candle light to gunpowder smoke
And an open hand now swift across the face
Bruises like a second skin
Never gets a second thought
Slushy heads down the roads
Follow the sun it knows the way
The man driving it should understand
Artificial sweeteners make it easier to swallow
But I never was one for the bitter foods
Not too loud we know that now
But there all the same
It's the earthquake of the silenced
Why are you so surprised
That after so long of sown mouths
Some thought that you should sow
Reaping all those deaths had its price
Now the only blood left to pay it
Is yours
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Wise Words I Never Got to Say
PoetryIn life there are many things you wish to say. But when you die, who says all the things you never got to? NONE of the pictures belong to me, all rights to original creator!