Land of the Free, Home of the Enslaved
Hive mind
behind.
Recognize
the sign.
A different train
to align.
Travel alone.
Taking time.
Beware,
riptide.
Changing clime.
Soon,
hunters blind,
won't hide,
what they want.
What you have,
inside.
Nothing sacred.
Secrets.
What's had,
confide.
Divulge
what's missed.
No sanctum
clarified.
Transparency
will be
verified.
One man
island,
rarified.
Forcing narrow,
they preach
the wide.
Actions
justified.
In turn,
hang
the spy.
Freedom
rescind.
It's all
a lie.
Clipped wings.
Our Eagle
no longer
can fly.
This guy
reveals truth.
Traitor label.
Media
to fry.
Populace
blind,
rejected.
Lines fade.
Time comes
to choose
a side.
Apathy
runs out.
Some things
can't slide.
Hand out.
No
free ride.
Shackles
instead.
Sated
appetite.
Blind children,
lost.
Eating
what's fed.
What price
you pay.
Sheep
follow
where led.
Cliff
face,
up ahead.
Soon,
we will all
be dead.
Wake up.
Get up.
Go earn
that corporate
bread.
Pursue
the dream
they've placed
inside
your head.
The more
you earn,
the machine
will discern,
a bigger piece
is needed,
before
your turn.
This world,
overgrown,
needing to burn.
Mistakes made.
Repeated.
Human race
won't learn.
Job ad.
Help wanted.
Leader
needed
at the stern.
Job description.
To navigate
the spurn.
This government.
Their upturn.
Back to basic,
we must
return.
From path,
sure demise
to adjourn.
Turn off the tv.
Read.
Learn.
Grow.
This should be
the only
concern,
instead
of choosing
cheese,
to go with
bitter pills'
sauterne.
-Angel Fatale-
Copyright © Ryan Tyler | Year Posted 2016
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