How do you feel about the revolution?
The New World Order? Constitution?
Drowning in passivity;
A fear of truth (proclivity)
Keep your devil’s 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 twist and turn
Nothing ventured, nothing learned
It’s hard to draw a line with chalk
When all the bodies have been burned.
But that’s a lot for you to swallow,
Too much information, son
There’s more to come, prick up your ears
We’ll talk about it when we’re 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 your friends
Watching as the world goes by
Collapse inside a dream
Turn the music up again
Take out your pen, make some notes…
Poetic quotes, a writer’s dream
A voice inside your head
Drowning out the children’s screams
What was that you said?
Bring out your dead, seize the day!
I’m not crying. Me? No way!
Now silence greets the clarion call
There’s something in my eyes, that’s all.

So easily, we compromise
End our days in stark frustration
Fall asleep inside our phone
Smile and start the day alone
With 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
Until you tear it down.
Another television clown
Has led the sheep astray.
Both sides lie, it’s true
The future you cannot undo
The past is forged with fire…
It tells a story, listen!
Twilight glistens, colors fade,
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,
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 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, dear! Did you sneeze?
The body is your temple,
Time to wear your masks again,
Stay inside with all your friends,
Where the spirits lie in wait…
Lines in sand, love or hate,
It’s time to choose a side.
Falling fast 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
To life inside this picture show,
forever entertained, drained,
Watching people fading, starving,
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
Propaganda, blood for thirst.
Anyone that they can use
To bolster all 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 the sacred words?
Capitalism works (sometimes)
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 once again
You did your best (useful fool)
The line we fed you filled the void
Don’t look so annoyed. Well done.
The music fills the bloody streets…
The rage perfectly orchestrated,
Now you’re part of the machine.
Watching from your window,
Laughing, joking with your friends.
Seems the journey never ends,
But 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.
Find an enemy, toxic name,
Then enter boldly into grace,
The space between forever.
The distance to salvation
Is a hole inside your chest.
A second guess, a failing test,
A consequence of choice, 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’ve created…
Bits and pieces stitched together,
Bound with rusted chains,
Promised (it) a wife and virgins,
Milk and honey one the same,
A covenant of point and blame,
A marker for your faith.
Golden bowls to paper plates,
King harvest has now come.
And what’s 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 story,
Muffled cries,
It’s time to move along…
The news is narrative, can’t you see?
No one’s ever truly free.
History rewritten, victory is all 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, we still 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,
History we all have seen…
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 witch’s 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 all bleed the same?
We just need somebody to blame?
Look there, daddy…
Why don’t you speak?
Do you see the bodies in the street?
The tour is over (incomplete)
Something sweet when we get home?
Some souvenirs to show my friends?
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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