Muzzle flash on lower floors
Gunfire sounds in different places
Bringing up hundreds of pounds
While the eye in the sky can find no traces
Trapped within the concrete walls
Lives taken out of season
Millionaire middle-aged man a gambler’s success
Plays a dead man’s hand for no reason
Security state rakes in the chips
Controlling every aspect of our lives
“Roll the dice, you nation of slaves”
Handed to you by those with snake eyes
Take a knee, we’ll beat you down
Half-staff flag of red, white and blue
Only one phrase will soon be allowed
We who are about to die salute you.
3 comments:
Absofuckinlutly.
Loving the poetry and writing Free . Your writing does make a difference , at some point telling the truth will be a crime ,(it already is ) your blog is important .
We're all up against "it " and "it" is cultural collapse .
So as Adaline says ....... Absofukikin'lutly ! :)))
Thanks Kitty. It's like having a small art gallery that few people ever see and even fewer appreciate. But I'll keep "painting" as long as I can for the world is starved for authenticity and others out there with their unique perspectives continue to assist me in my own growth.
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