Message Delivery
poet talking tough
must take a stand
poisoned children
to put me under thumb
the gossip mill of word of mouth
learning how to swim
understanding genocide
living in this predicament
its me versus you, versus them
time to make a decision
time to take a stand
we continue doing nothing
we're all gonna die
trying to remedy poisoned children
of an act of war
drug campaign
is it worth the money to throw that many peoples lives away?
not everyone has time
to go in undercover
find the truth of the soo called chaos
and slide the message to the piper
blind leading the blind
you versus me versus them
can't tag the butcher
but the slaughter house seems to be my only option
couldnt play by the rules over there
running away sweaty playing the victom to blindside me
the world acts as a team
anything i know.
under the radar it shall be for all to read
learn to swim
the message a warning for those who choose to hear it
guilty and punished for the lies they believe
and the children and families going homeless
all thye worlds criminals in my backyard
how did i end up a jail house babysitter
for systematic emaotianl rapes
The message sent
communities enforcing rules
poison is poison
and that is premeditated murder
so all along youve been planning to kill me
all along they plan on killing you
for money
for status
for whatever
so lets play house with big brother
your too messed up to keep up to the changing rules we know as swimming
metaphorical armies
tired of endless punishment
blackmailed with blackmarkets and terrorism
just trying to live
trtyingh to deny
they dont plan on letting me
I can only avoid it soo long
i can only alter what i can
i will not accept this
poisoning children to cripple parents
learn to swim
how to bring home the bacon
three days for you to hear this message
then what it is will be
your not allowed to sell my children drugs
the jail house a game that you already have beat
my last resort as a civilian
blind leading the blind
to our own slaughter house
because survival depends on it
cant afford the ignorance
cant afford to sacrifice myself to help those throwing me away
I'm dead already
inside outsisde
emotionaly and mentaly
the silly games people play
the one message you need to hear
or we will run away as a society
run from the terror whoever they are
have succesfuly made us feel
The first level of how to belong
blindsides you
and a game i have beat
Copyright © Troy Jeremy Nelson | Year Posted 2010
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