How do you feel about the revolution?
The New World Order? The Constitution?
Drowning in passivity;
A fear of truth (proclivity)
Keep your devils near, my friend
They always hurt you in the end
You thought you had the upper hand
Yet quickly caved to death’s demands
Watch the story, nothing learned
Nothing ventured, nothing earned
It’s hard to draw a line with chalk
When all the bodies
Have been burned
But that’s a lot to swallow…
Too much information, son
There’s more to come, prick up your ears
We’ll chat more once the tour is done
Sailing down the road;
Hearing, we can’t comprehend.
Do exactly what you’re told,
Big fat smiles as we pretend.
On the bus with all my friends
Watching, as the world goes by…
Collapse inside a dream
Turn the music up again.
Take your pen, and make some notes…
Poetic quotes, a poet’s dream.
A voice inside your head and then,
You’re drowning out the children’s screams.
What did you say?
No, I’m not crying. Me? No way! 
My silence meets the clarion call;
There’s something in my eyes, that’s all.

So easily, we compromise,
End our days frustrated.
Fall asleep inside our phones,
Smile and start the day alone.
Messages of mayhem
Custom-tailored for the mind…
Your mind? Hive mind? One the same
Collectivism in a name.
It sparked a flame. You felt it, yes?
They make it sound so pure…
Socialism is the cure;
The future we cannot endure,
That is until you tear it down.
Another television clown
Has led the sheep astray…
Both sides lie; they say it’s true
The future you cannot undo.
The past is forged with fire
It tells a brilliant story, listen!
Twilight glistens, colors fade as
Blood defines the mess you made,
As freedom waves, as Jesus saves,
Calling Lazarus from the grave
Roll away the stone!
You pledged allegiance to your phone…
Your gods outweigh your soul.
Double-talking, walking blind,
By design? Most probably so.
Dividing lines like vines will
Choke the sinners and the saints,
No one leaves the dance floor
Till the DJ says, “Last call.”
The first to leave;
The last to fall,
You’re running out of time.
Binding all your demons
With somebody else’s tears.
Like banshees’ wail,
the band plays on…
A consequence of tainted years

And what’s your view on vaccinations?
Illuminati, League of Nations?
Matters born of choice, not yours…
A voice inside your head, you see?
Or hear, or feel, you can’t conceal,
The future that you grieve.
Prayers we hide inside our sleeves,
God Bless you, Tommy! Did you sneeze?
Your body is your temple
Time to wear your masks again;
Stay inside with all your friends
Where your spirit lie in wait
Lines in sand for love or hate
It’s time to choose a side.
Fall on swords before our pride
We shake our heads and pray…
Desolation, DNA, The Anti-Christ arrives
Standing where he ought not be,
Can’t you see you’re never free?
Obey and don’t think twice…
A holocaust as sacrifice
Pens for knives, for slitting throats,
Rams and bulls and lambs and goats,
Mixing ink with blood…
At what point will you say, “Enough!”
I’ve nothing more to give.
Life inside a picture show
forever entertained.
Watching people fading;
Feeding on the days remains.

And what’s your thoughts
on communism?
Marxist proxies, liberalism?
Democratic socialism?
“Isms,” all-the-way.
Cages for the things we say;
Thought police and such?
Free speech doesn’t matter much,
They’ll kill the poets first.
The artists and the writers;
Propagandist for the news.
Anyone that they can use
To propagate our lies.
This is how tomorrow dies;
As history repeats its rhymes.
Give us the man, we’ll find the crimes.
You wrote to all our hashtags
We don’t need you anymore…
Thanks to all our liberal whores
Our message is complete.
Hang the rich on Easy Street.
But who will feed the poor?
Have you not heard those sacred words…
Capitalism works.
Socialism dies like dogs,
Like every other time before.
Read your history down the line,
Once the money’s gone, it’s time
The blood is flowing yet again.
You did your best (useful fool)
The line we fed you filled the void
Don’t look so annoyed. We played you well…
The music fills the bloody streets.
Your rage was clearly orchestrated,
Now you’re part of the machine.
Watching from your window,
Laughing, joking with your friends…
Seems the journey never ends
Still, down the road we go;
Here’s a snack, enjoy the show.
We’re running out of souls to blame,
The scenery is much the same.

I thought that’s what you said,
The facts of which were left for dead…
But raised in turpitude.
Interpretation is a fire
Burning reasons into doubt.
We lie about the smallest things,
The puppet strings they pull,
A glass of wishful dreams, half-full,
Raise a toast to apathy.
Those who died and were set free,
Bending dates and bending knees,
Praying to gods they cannot see,
The ending’s much the same.
Yes, find an enemy to blame,
Then enter boldly into grace…
The space between forever
Is the distance to salvation.
A hole inside your chest
You never fill, a hero’s quest
Consequence of change, at best

And what’s your thoughts on Frankenstein?
Within the confines of your rhymes?
Plainly now, can you define,
The lines drawn in the sand?
A bridge of prayers from God to man…
This monster they created.
Bits and pieces stitched together
Bound with rusted chains.
Promised it a wife and children
Milk and honey and a name,
A harem full of virgins pure,
A marker for your faith.
Golden bowls from paper plates
The harvest has now come.
What does starvation look like,
Can you disguise a genocide?
When will the madness end?
You wrote a poem, a page or two…
And so you did your part.
An essay written from the heart;
A reel, a meme, inside your phone,
A death wish, as you died alone…
Your voice was not allowed.
Saying this and that about it,
No one sees the truth.
They’re told a perfect story
Marching bands for muffled cries.
Now, it’s time to move along;
The news is narrative, can’t you see?
No one’s ever truly free,
A history of charlatans, victory’s a show.
Someone always has to lose;
People have to die.
The hour is late for reasons why,
The garden’s ripe for reaping.
Justified, they used those words,
Absurd how we believe.
Turn the page, neglect to grieve,
It’s murder all the same.
Caging people with their names,
No place to live, no lines on fate.
Just blank slate dreams
and bloody schemes…
And fire from the sky…
We are at war, not on the brink,
Try not to blink, try not to think,
Keep watching as we drive.
“No one here gets out alive.”
You’ve heard that line before?
Here’s a snack. I’ll be right back…
Please watch the closing doors.

And what about your government?
The witches promise, covenants?
Who will take the reins?
Once the masses come to call?
Like burning Rome before the fall
Our leaders play with fire.
Preachers singing to the choirs
Strings for violins.
The children’s guilt,
The father’s sins,
The mother’s grave lament…
An epitaph in grey cement,
Some signs to wave and news to spin.
When will we arrive?
How much further, Mother, please?
Who will tell me stories, Father?
Who will bless me when I sneeze?
Is it true, we bleed the same?
We just need someone to blame?
Look there, daddy…do you see?
Why don’t you speak?
See the bodies in the street…
The tour is over (incomplete)
Something sweet when we get home?
Some souvenirs to show my friends?
And whose flag are they waving now?
The day has burned to night.
Whose soul will be left to save;
Racing towards the light?
Looking out the window
Driving to an early grave
On the bus, it’s easy
Watching life go flying by
Illusions fill the time we spend
Seems the journey never ends.

TM DiSarro

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