Artifact
Mass Communion
HA! Let the crowd arrest me!
Let me be dragged from the mountain
... across the sky.
Let all my tears be a puddle of paint
That is poured on the grounds
Of the most famous kingdoms!
Here I am, stunned by the scales
That are being tipped to one side
So tremendously...
Amazed, as an entire nation
Feeds on its own flesh
In a mass communion
Of sadomasochism.
For God's sake!
And if I had the will of a rich man,
I, perhaps, could matter more
In this world of sore losers
For there is only win and fail.
As is, I am forced to sit and watch
The murder of a thousand dreams a day
And how tightly the tangled noose hangs
On the head of Justice.
Cry out for more,
You angry pigs in the farm house!
Yes, show us all
How much you love to roll in the mud!
Oh, it's so intriguing
To the gullible ones who stare.
But there are some that do not enjoy
Viewing whatever may be on T.V.
And there are a few spectators here
That do not like these Roman blood-bowls!
But sadly,
The glorifying of death
Seems to be all that the programmers
Ever believe is the way
To hold the attention of our cruel human-kind.
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