No handle on history
I’ll take what they give me
Spoon fed to believe that it’s all just conspiracy
Torched to the ground
A lineage we will never know
Ancestors in the blood
Lost down the hall
Zaruthustra we miss you.
Who controls the future
Hides an unknown reality
Teachers talk of moments
Points without purpose
Distracted actions
Managed by a system
Of slave owners evolved
Driving my car off the point of my skull
Belief is the enemy
It’s time for a new revolution
Submitted: July 17, 2020
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Criss Sole
"Managed by a system." Oh.... so very true.
Sat, July 18th, 2020 3:28pmGreat poem James!
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Thanks. I will I hope to be involved in a new age revolution but often fear that I wouldn’t have the guts. It’s like if the zombie apocalypse actually did happen what could I do really? I can’t run away from any of them. Likely I be the first to die. So in the same sense if things really started getting heavy and “woke” as they say I probably would not do much to be involved. A spectator at best. Watching this world go up in flames around me while I sit and watch movies.
Sat, July 18th, 2020 10:03am