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Observation from the middle of an intersection
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Author:
OCeallaigh
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| Created: February 25, 2012 at 08:10 am |
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Entry Type:
Poem, G (All)
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| Category: Society | General/Other | General/Other |
| Entry Stats: 5 Stars by 4 users with 5 comments 113 views |
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Observation from the middle of an intersection 
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Rulers, administrators, regulators and hounds
Despots, extortionists, the deviant devils
And all the golden gods they have made
Constant predators feasting off humanity
Silver tongue bullshitters, how they loath the truth
An old ill so often staved off, but never eradicated
Tyrants, outnumbered, but well protected for now
Ritualists, blind faith, sugar teats for the obedient serfs
Terrorized more than pacified, ever prodded along
Souls desperately put up for acceptable collateral
Spending a lifetime, in hock for little piece of heaven
A conditional and inglorious pre-approved afterlife
Forgetting they were given a paradise here on earth
Oblivious to who is stealing that paradise away
Retreatists, withdrawn from the competitive struggle
Mad poets, insane fakirs and stumbling gutter drunks
Aberrant outlooks, mysterious hermits and nocturnal junkies
Rather than shamefully cope, they have abandoned society
They have created their own strangely distant worlds
Last night’s fantastic fix, and today’s bugging blues
No fads, fashions, or time for the deceitful daily news
Revolutionists, insurgencies, do they bring about change?
How many times have they toppled these golden gods ?
Always challenging illegitimacy and expressing dissent
Ever becoming just what they finished fighting against
Born and won through the ages, it seems they always go bad
Will we will win again this time and finally rise above ?
The many rebel camps and millions of campfires
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lyrycsyntyme
February 25, 2012
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Truly Great Write!!!!!!
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I think, often, the revolutions come as a last desperate action, a forced hand, rather then due to well thought out ideas. They are justified, but not understood by many of their own participants. This opens the door for the golden gods to infiltrate
and misdirect people's revolt. It may also be indicative of the shortcoming of societies that it takes being pushed to the brink, or beyond, for there to be revolution. Ultimately, perhaps, the revolution comes merely out of selfishness, not out of the desire for others benefit, as well. Thus, providing us with the very same gateway back to tyranny. Cause, spiritually, mentally, physically, emotionally we never left that state of mind. We take the jobs as the security guards to protect the tyrrants. |
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