The Tribe
you opened your mind
and dropped your defences
you smiled at pretences
nodding blind, bending to the lies
you're connected to the tribe
you chatter and shout
mouthing simple phrases
spouting mindless praises
it sounded like clear sense
peddling common nonsense
was it worth fighting for?
a blood-soaked score
moving in circles, subdued
speaking in half-truths
exclaiming your virtues
going with the flow out to sea
are you where you wanted to be?
or did you die inside the stream
it'll lead you without remorse
stripping humanity, its only cause
it'll drive you insane
wrapping you in chains
while you cry "freedom"
from earthly refrains
A virus of the mind
infecting your senses
entrapped by your pretences
playing on selfish desires
creating falsehoods to admire
was it worth fighting for?
a blood-soaked score
moving in circles, subdued
speaking in half-truths
exclaiming your virtues
going with the flow out to sea
are you where you wanted to be?
or did you die inside the stream
you realise the truth, only too late
in dreams and faded memories
broken by promises of hate
already it has sealed your fate
day by day, you're fading away
as your mind slowly decays
was it worth fighting for?
a blood-soaked score
moving in circles, subdued
speaking in half-truths
exclaiming your virtues
going with the flow out to sea
are you where you wanted to be?
or did you die inside the stream
Copyright © Frederick Naish | Year Posted 2025
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