February 2012
3 posts
A yearning to be rid of these festering wounds Bandage me, and abduct me from the womb Where I was sheltered, nourished, and safe Born into this world to flourish into disgrace What is it that pains us all inside? What makes us want to die, to come alive, and to try? My values under assault by questions derived From an unquenched thirst for knowledge and life
I’m a rogue state, vying for liberty I am a faceless name, in a crowded sea These politicians do not appeal to me For all I see, are pigs looking to feed
They care not for morality nor for equality They fear socialism but praise greed
This bankrupt system of values hangs around our necks A noose that grips with made progress
Are we doomed to be victims of others follies Or will revolution...
Hiding in Plain Sight
Where all of time folds in upon itself, that is where you will find me Amidst the conflagration of impossibility There is doubt, anxiety, and little to no tranquillity Where every dark ambition comes to light Where all our fears manifest in plain sight