Crows and Gasoline
world "leaders" have us beneath their boots.
using the flu to control us through fear
Kotexing our smiles
shortening our years
segregating us from one other.
Like a new age K.K.K
dusting off nightmares
of our polyester youth
stapling goblins to our brains.
THEY'VE chained up the house of God.
Turned us against one another.
Encourage us to fear one another.
Like a new age big brother.
They follow our every move
feed our children computer chips
the damn fools even tried to take
our sweet lord out of the eternal mix.
Mayhem has become a right.
intolerance is the banner of entitlement
we've been groped and raped
...and if you hadn't noticed
segregation is back in vogue
everybody wants to be black
without the burdens... of course...
mud people in an endless rinse cycle of stupidity-
Armies are camped on opposite sides
of purple mountains steep
sharpening knives against god bones
as they line up the battered bleats.
Waiting for a spark to make love to flint.
These are crow and gasoline times folks
the age of Aquarius has buckled under
a Landslide of insanity.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2020
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