Conspriracy In Silence...A Poem by NightShade
Laugh, damn it!
Children of the diaspora communities of the world,
rise and fall like grain, under the scythe of dynamic
revisionist fairy tales, that serve to make serfs of royal personages.
Forgotten are the birthrights of heritage.
Sold, for secondhand gruel that nauseates
inquisitive minds, that REALLY want to know
the scores in games of chance, that are
rigged by dope dealers of public relations.
Engineers of deceptive consent, from
perpetual children, who can not
comprehend the psycho-sexual assaults
that lead to choking on vicissitudes.
Reaching for the hard-line,
they find flaccid resolve in
-claiming their pharmaceutical sweets
will cleanse the palate of the
excrement patty melt we've been masticating.
Meanwhile, mentally masturbating
infantile organs of consideration.
In every age, the schoolyard politics
of bullies remain, despite the
WORST intentions of self actualized eccentrics.
Thinking beasts who refuse to don
straight jacket apparel,
be mutilated with the market brands
of diabolical masters, or hang
themselves with pet collars
of covert slavery-- No matter
how many pretty glass beads
they're studded with!
Iconoclasts must meet in clandestine temples of art,
lest homes become charnel houses.
Passing on chilling information
makes one a terrorist of thought;
subject to quiet slaughter.
Therefore alleyways become Alamut.
Dumpsters made sacrosanct altars of logic.
A fitting allusion against the state religion of debt.
Storm-drains may lead to Shamballahs of reason.
Abandoned factories are cathedrals
and all free thinkers Popes.
Because someone must evangelize.
The message is clear:
1) Shoving feathers up your a*s will NOT make you an eagle!
2) Sugar coating fetid flesh does not make cultural cannibalism delectable!
3) That caramelized cadaver in the stone soup of nations is rancid and we still can't congeal when we're burning in the melting pot!
BE your peoples' ingredient and mix well your ideas.
Even though they try to silence you, YOU MUST---
Reportedly, his last words were "Argh, eeeeah, uuuhhh."
© 2011 NightShade
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Last Updated on September 9, 2011
Los Angeles, CA
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