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the consumers mental slavery

The blood is dripping Greed creeping The towers tipping The powerful sipping the sweet tea Made from the blood and sweat of poverty Exploitation Rules the nation Propaganda at every station Look and see There is no more you or me Just gears in the machine of society Don’t lie to me You let them lie to me and you And we buy everything they say it’s true You think you have choice but don’t You could break free but you won’t The purchase You chase Saw it on the screen Used to hypnotize and lean Inching towards the item But you don’t seem them Pulling your cognitive strings As the advertiser sings Priceyness It is not happiness You can’t find joy in a material kit But you eat it up you take a hit The fire that you thought would stay lit Unknowingly you killed it They pull you into the pit Down Down Down You landed in this town Looks just like what the silver screens portray Turn your head and see the decay They lied You lied We tried The rules which we chose not to abide Many died You may wonder this pit And think of all of the But they threw the line and you bit They have by the jaw Break free Break the law Join our revolution It’s the only solution To stop this sick dilution Of the good things in the lands Fighting across the seas and the sands Raising groups and bands Of the few still with worthy hands For the good everyone stands but few go and do Unlike me and you Who went far out Winning every bout Go shout and yell They oppose give them hell Kill at the ring of the bell Ding Ding Ding You hear us as everyone begins to sing Snapping your last mental string Now you can’t comprehend anything Bilindy enslaved With your mind you paid Your now a gear in my murder machine I lied to you You thought what I said was true Hypnotized and leaned you were From my goal you will never deter Yes sir You will say In every conceivable way Propaganda I give you And you think it’s true Always doing what I tell you to do Now the blood is dripping Bodies tipping And i'm sipping The tea of the power hungry Made from the blood of poverty And the flesh of every dead body You broke the line thought you were free I told you to come with me Came over to my line and bit Like and Idiot You bought it You thought you were free But know you are still a slave Obey me and you will behave I have your brain with the others in my cave Still you are a slave.

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Date: 12/24/2020 4:13:00 PM
The truths spoken in your poem can clearly be seen all throughout this world wide panic. Consumerism is a curse that leads to discontent, envy, and greed! We as poets are the truth tellers to a world gone mad with things. I applaud your poem.
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Sandy Axe
Date: 12/28/2020 7:38:00 PM
Thank You :)