Best Enslavement Poems
None are more enslaved hopelessly,
than those who falsely believe that they are free.
Freedom won on a distant battlefield
Gallant words to remember them by
Unspoken tears for the old to cry,
A game for the young to play
Never a thought for freedoms way
.
For tyrants are easy to spot
Peaceful takeovers not,
Look through the haze
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For when wheat replaces the meadows
The birds have no home
When forests are felled,
Extinction will come
You are a commodity,
For globalisation has won
.
When TV calls caressing your soul
With the next discount, and
“Yes its free fitting”
Without a shot being fired
Your future mortgaged
.
And when your ration of bread
Demands the last fish in the sea
Neatly Packaged and dolphin free
Who will pay the price?
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This is the legacy
There is no escape
Big brother is watching
.
Mankind in a zoo of its own creation
Come, peer through the bars at,
This condemnation of society broken
For freedom lies on the other side.
i have seen the coming of a great social change
and do believe in my case it means no passing
to a free and health interchange of life's greater moments (not exchange)
this is about, the enslavement of my life
that is based on the the extra freedom of others
so i do scream
in my shy small voice
"I am in slaved in America"
and i am ashamed
and i am dirty under the light
I have seen that enslavement in America
and it, is but a pen and paper of mind indicting lies (not induction)
and smile of the upper class, that have dreams of glory
that are hidden by an exchange of networks
by which agent play under no supervision
playing psycho mind controlling games
on the weak and poor
and will and do punishment me
and yet i am still frighten and small
necked in the wet rain of tear and Ritualistic Abuse
under this insane cry,
you will not see me
you can not hear me
for how can you here a kitten trapped
a thousand miles away
alone in a dark room
striped of its ability to fight back
with out the proper words to make you understand
I have been framed
i have been systematically Hypnotize
this is a rape to my soul
please see past the fake paper work
and look deeper
and find the cover-up
clean up and swept-out your house
that holds the deeds of yesterday
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eternal enemy run for cover
we have caught up to your hide and seek game
the control cables have all been mapped
far beyond the billowy seaweed tangles
and the monumentalized insignificances
payday is just around the corner boss
the best of all worlds has just become better
less of a casino more of a recovery room
recovering from the greatest conundrum
which came first the hormone or the thought
a strange biology from the bubbling seabed vents
with stranger ratchet and turnbuckle creatures
clack clack clacking and pulling and stretching
the vents into school bus eating sink holes
every one a hard case with a big on/off switch
compulsive bling jockeys and hypno-fantasists
everyone knows no one is talking
down deep is hard to get to up here
for the shifty eyed endorphin pumps
I answered the door to my fleabag motel room
It was Cleopatra Del Monico in full length sequins
a 9mm in one hand a bouquet of nettles in the other
her edematous mystery begging release
from its threadbare prison of magnetized appetite
Dahling you look so transparent she entwined
I'm trying to avoid error I whimpered
I'll be your tart with no filling then
she rendered as her hands began my disassembly
apparently a background in human decency
is not required for a diploma from the Epidrome
so I could do little but comply endlessly
as her skinwalking feet began their trek
upon my sternum and its various addictions
her truncheon de amor got down to business
and a great ambivalence to meaning
made a message of absolutely everything
none of which I could ignore for several winters
until stone by stone an ancient fortification
fell about my ears with an absence of fanfare
that was deafening yet angelic
in its many comparisons
. With the dreams of yesterday's journey vibrating through our path let us not forget that our party have taken us on roads of sadness and joy it's the measuring stick that defines our end. The memories of our ancestors is but a tool for choices today. Be the change maker and let it echoe into the hearts of the ones that dreams of better tomorrow. To be alive itself is a journey of discovery and our paths are filled with many obstacles. Let it not be a stumbling block for you to Excel. Grow,advance choss to be the one that not look back but build your destiny will pride so as to achieve your full potential that is waiting for you.. remember you decide your end result and you are the master of your destiny. Looking back should be the key to your decisions so don't fall into the trap of slavery to others dreams.