Fury for the masses: God King
We've tipped the scale,
Crossed the line,
flags droop and fail.
Fury for the masses…
Nine's almost here,
Lost our minds,
consumed by fear?
I'm a ghost in my own street,
The faces I trusted,
they're obsolete.
Fury for the masses…
Traitors swarm, not you, not me,
This land's a stranger,
can't you see?
A nation of fools
a nation of spite
Darkness crawled into the light.
Insanity's driving, a runaway train
Into the abyss, a future of pain
This ain't my country…
that's plain to see
No truth
no justice
just misery
Fury for the masses
a bitter decree.
This ain't my homeland
it can't be.
A lost nation of fools
a nation betrayed
Where women are shackled
their voices unmade.
Old men's whispers
a tyrant's command
Orange-hued madness
across the land.
Is it time to rise
break free from the chains?
Right now, it's just tears
n heart-rending pains.
My national soul,
torn and frayed,
Fury for my madness,
A price we've paid.
This isn't the nation
I yearn to embrace
Just emptiness hollow
in this desolate space.
Fingers dig deep
into poisoned ground
Not for planting,
but where fires are found.
This nation is broken
a feverish dream
Fury for the masses
a midnight scream.
Black masses gather
in shadows
they creep…
Our nation's lost path
secrets they keep.
Fury for the lost n huddled masses
A desperate plea,
A nation gone mad for all to see.
Fuxk you and your god, king…!
Copyright © Poet Tellaferro | Year Posted 2025
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