Open Your Tired Eyes
Capitulated to the system of obligation,
A coup d'etat races through the thoughts of the masses,
Visions and sounds of a police state echo like the birds,
Missions and orders to round the herd sound like sirens,
As one more lie falls upon the "valley of mules".
Realizations echo past us all,
Shattered glass from the last bomb blast,
Doesn't effect the lawn or the roof,
Laws passed in a far away kingdom by a hierarchy,
Fueled by fixations of global domination,
The flock still follows the leader.
Sight-seeing traces of big brother,
As i ask you this for a example,
Who is watching the watchers.
Blog Category: Writing and Poetry
Current mood: 1
Added on: 22/08/2007 23:10:40
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