these claims to the race
which proves to be
self defeating hypocrisy
my rags are red from the blood
that i've bled from the mud
that i've tread on this sojourn thru
death this long trek thru life
this is the cutting edge
of the dullest knife
and my whispers are not heard
my cries are not hard
I am just a minstrel I chose
the path of bard
my song is simple
the truth we know beneath our skin
within our bones
beyond our present concept of Home
hybrid minds and dichotomies
staged duality trapped in time
till time sets free
the bandage of bondage that
belong to We
And stasis now overcomes
undergoes initiation so absurd
so impatient yet all this unravels
distant travels and this can't Be
an end to freedom an end to See
The ship must sink the skin is the brink
of misery sometimes these days
in so many foul ways so many loud
plays are stuck to the face of the mother
of the brother of the sister too
These dreams are not lost to anyone
but myself for who else exists
beyond this twist this facade of separation
of the bigger nation and the bigger gun
the bigger boys with the trigger toys
and the evil ploys but the fault is not theirs
they just play a role that plays the part
of pulling the strings and the strings allow
the brainwash kings to make a fake society
plastic souls and fascist schools of thought
individuality punished and reality furnished
with no sense of sanity no humanity
in their wounded eyes their soondead highs
their braindead sighs
lids down over their eyes no disguise can
fool me can fool the whole that makes up me
no troll can bury the fool who knows who goes
thru the cycles thru the turns
thru the light and lives to learn
of the Great Within
where the wheel turns itself
over again...
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