A world built on secrets, masters who seek to destroy
You play with our minds like a child with a toy.
You put guns in the hands of innocents and tell them there is a war to be won.
Putting nation against nation knowing a sea of blood over the lands will run.
You abandon the old and indoctrinate the young
and when the people speak out you silence their tongue
You cause civil unrest by introducing new laws
Then laugh at your tyranny behind closed doors.
You squeeze every penny you can get out of hard working folk.
High taxes and cost of living, their aggravation you gleefully provoke.
You fill their heads with distractions, because to you its just a game.
To bring a new world order to humanity has always been your aim.
You build empires for your selves, how much money do you need ?
People all over the world are starving because of your greed.
You steel from the destitute, is the money really that good.
Will it buy you redemption, do you think that it could?
You hide your selves from us and your need to control.
All the money you have made. will it buy back your soul ?
We all bathe here in the leaking fluid of the school's belly,
unconcerned by the world, because as far as we're concerned,
the only thing that matters are the results for a test.
Art is dying
because we are forced to hinder our creativity.
All we are left with when the seven hours are up
are impressions of our former selves.
Works of art that this world can change and indoctrinate.
Life implodes in the palm of my hand
because nothing is essential
or consequential
when you imprison it in a grade book.
I miss the days
when word and pictures would flow forth
and my mind was free to rest
instead of worrying when the day may come
that I would need to put the lock-down drills into practice.
The feeling is neutral if not numb;
to the fact that most dogs are now rather dumb.
They waddle and limp to whoever has food,
regardless of thought or apparent mood,
led by hungers conjured and imbued.
Forgetting to hunt, they now excrete and eat all day,
mumbling and barking with nothing to say.
When they enslave you
you will not know it;
it will feel like a gift,
a great idea, a necessary step.
When they nail you
to an all-encompassing
surveillance system
you will think it a fine new law
to track only the bad guys,
you won't think it could ever be you
they're looking for.
When they come for your guns
you will willingly surrender them
for the sake of peace and safety,
proudly consider it your duty.
When they cancel and mute your voice,
it will be in the just cause of 'disseminating
reckless false misinformation,'
or of being a conspiracy theorist,
and just maybe you're also a racist!!
Then they will indoctrinate your children,
pervert them, turn them against you
for it’s not your future
it’s theirs,
'theirs' meaning those in charge
of your life.
They will control you
from cradle to grave.
You will no longer have to pursue happiness,
it will be rationed for you,
so you can watch moron TV
until you die.
When one freedom after another
is smothered and shut-down
you will be looking the other way
thinking what a fine day
to be this free
in the home of the brave.
weighing the total sum of existence
is not a skill which is given to us
lying well beyond realm of human minds
even those of prophets and wunderkinds
requiring eternal omnipotence
along with very dogged fixedness
on the tracking of every single change
within unending universe of strange
perhaps why all the gods are too busy
to notice devotees in a tizzy
over all who will not follow their rules
deride and treat them as self-righteous fools
certainly some will call this blasphemy
which should result in incapacity
removal of the right to live and breathe
to do any ungodly thing I please
while others may react slightly more gentle
needing to indoctrinate this fellow
fill me to the brim with scriptures and verse
before my condition becomes much worse
coming right back to the totality
that driving need to measure all which be
inevitably to count, sift and sort
that which their true religion should abort
keeping it all very crisp, neat and clean
creating an accounting-of-souls dream
I for one have no evil scheme or wish
within the sacrilegious pond to fish
fully content to not bother the gods
measuring of totality and odds
I am terrified of death.
The question of what
happens to us when we die
haunts me.
I always thought
that believing in life after
death was foolish and illogical,
just a lie
perpetuated by religious
institutions in an attempt
to indoctrinate us.
But I suddenly find myself
looking for reasons to believe
that this isn’t all there is;
That we can’t possibly
just disappear and become
nothing but dust.
Life is moving faster,
the years are slipping
away quickly and my
mortality is an ever-growing
presence, looming over me,
sending me searching
for an answer that I will never
find.
nobody listens -
why should they
they know we ed up.
The old are rarely wise
the way an old bull elephant is wise,
we merely survived ourselves.
The people have changed
once they were trusting and were betrayed
now they betray themselves.
The young overhear the lies of the old,
they secretly know,
they understand they have to construct
bigger, better lies.
Once the world was a plum,
full and sweet, or it seemed so.
There was danger everywhere,
yet we understood that danger had a purpose.
Now the world is a bug
inside the flesh of a blood red plum
and the plum is tasteless.
We could tell the young
exactly when the world changed,
fortunately memories fade,
we grow sleepy.
Tongues nowadays, like that serpent of old,
believe the lies that they spread.
Lips nowadays,
have learned the black and white arts,
they know how to indoctrinate,
manipulate, relate.
They make the lies true,
make it right for the wrong in us.
The days forget themselves.
We have to listen
while the younger lies
change their skins
time and time again.
All Native American proverbs honor the greater good
She is....
A society that reveres her elders
A tribe that honors the ideas of children
A community that recognizes the wisdom of her women
Tell me again why we are trying to indoctrinate her with our religions?
Social media on fleek
Prolific likes and praise we seek
Knowledge of 'SELF' is as distant as a stranger in the night
A nomad in a dark, desolate land so void of divine light
Social distancing is now a central theme
Incomplete sentences, text messages, and mindless memes
Faces covered, calling all to join the masquerade
Only weary eyes of confusion while a life of exuberance abade
Mumbling music signifies obfuscating thoughts
Shiftless artistry made popular, creativity not wrought
Stored seeds in Svalbard
No questions or concerns yet humanness is being marred
Food shortage hovering over us
Monsanto disguised as Bayer but still no justice
Delta variant in the air
5G and fear emitting everywhere
Take the 'Jab'! Come on and indoctrinate
Don't be an outcast; participate
Hitting more 'LOUD' and becoming more quiet
Desensitized from voices of inspiration when instead there should be a riot
Smart devices in hand appear cool
Stooped over postures and slanted information, what a fool!
Vibrations so highly enticed
Welcome to zeitgeist
Critical of when
The true and righteous meaning
of something is overtaken and
monopolized for nefarious means
or end
When
God is given a bad name
By
Dogma
Dogma
Gives Dog's a bad name
As dog's are man's best friend
Inherently born to protect love
abide provide company and loyalty
Nothing more,
Nothing less
There are no bad dog's
Only bad misguided owner's
Who indoctrinate preach instill
and impart their own hate and
prejudice upon them
And in so doing
Weaponize them into a
self serving army
Of dog's of war
Hard to fathom the logic of
the following
How in sporting terminology
even the great Tiger Woods
in his pomp and prime employed
the service of a swing coach
with not a single major title to
his name
And Jose football's special one manager never even played professionally himself
As neither is any so called expert
critic in any of the field of art be
that film , poetry , painting , sculpture
or photography
Because surely if in reality
they we're any good at all
in there field of expertise
they would be competing not
teaching or passing comment
So given that Tiger Woods has
20+ plus majors and is considered
to be the greatest golfer to ever play
the game
Then why on earth would he need
to employ the service or be willing
to listen to the opinion of a coach
without a single major title to his
name
Likewise why should or would any credible artist or come to that fact member of the general public value
the critical opinion of someone or anyone
With in essence no more clue than
you or i yet given a platform to
indoctrinate other's
Angela couldn't stop thinking about the danger
It was just so warm and pretty
But she could never forget that she's an angel
That so endearing, Angela encountered a fact she's alive, not dead
She found herself feeling rather guilty
Angela couldn't stop thinking about her sin nature filthy
Later, Angela was spooked by a demon
He is such a devil
But she could never forget the demon
Douglas is his name he tried to distract her slash her
Indoctrinate her
Angela couldn't stop thinking about the maker
Alpha and Omega
Angela couldn't stop thinking about her sin nature filthy
Still found feeling rather guilty
Angela nosedived like a perfect angel never ending be
Her mind turned into a pity
Angela so pretty it was her duty
To reject Douglas Demon she shouted out Satan git thee behind me
7/18/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.© 2020
This large human ghetto,
millions and millions enslaved,
within stony walls of beliefs,
man-made political doctrines,
cultures and societal rules,
God breathes in every body,
but machines control breathing,
nature is stamped, marketed,
water is bought and sold!
turn the wheels to earn your bread,
shackled throughout life!
by God’s permission, you may enter,
by God’s will, you may leave,
but have to live by human rules,
in this stony walled ghetto!
body yearns for freedom,
heart screams for love,
dehumanised in this ghetto,
by the ruling demonic few!
will no one smash these stony walls,
liberate us from iron cuffs?
rip and burn those ruling pages,
that indoctrinate fear!
let man be part of nature,
as he is born to be!!
let us create a future new world,
where fear does not rule!
where happiness is free for all,
and laughter, love
are taught in school!
A
weapon,
one's knowledge.
The mightiest
of mighty weapons.
It is meant to be shared
It's power packs a wallop
It's more powerful than weapons
of war...wielded to indoctrinate,
to influence, to change the world. Use it.
Date written: 05/11/2020
Sharp pains,
Bleeding of the heart,
Thought that separates,
Disguised in attitude,
Shown to students.
'Tolerance'
Am I to tolerate?
Just because he is a lecturer,
eggheads or book masters,
Mean or crooked,
A church goer or
A mosque goer.
Because I am Christian,
I am indoctrinate with a slice of humanity's paradox,
"When you tolerate you hold yourself in high esteem"
Yet we are dealt with intolerance,
With their red pens,
They toil with our destiny.
They disguise us with their ideologies,
We look away in tolerance,
Proud they feel.
We don’t crave for tolerance
Like They wish to be valued, respected, obeyed.
To be seen as saints,
Yet they label us revolutionaries,
Will today be the day
To be heard and have a say?
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