Beautiful Flowers, Bloody Shivs

This life is less than a bed of flowers
And the pessimists can rant on for hours
About the rudiments of love, laughter and truth
And the aspects that equate to a rotten tooth

So, they ask, where is God in all this s**t?
If he's here, how do we get away from it?
Then, he is malevolent if he is in hiding
No wonder all the skeptics are deriding

The Christian ethics and Pascal's Wager
Why does it persist, this perceived danger
Of an unseen hell that we can't conceive
Of where some tormentor grants no reprieve

This place eternal, a smoldering garbage dump
That lives on because of urges like being plump
Or getting off on material so perverse
No wonder our destiny is going in reverse

Fanatical faiths are spreading falsehoods and deceit
Viral globalization piggybacking an agenda replete
With worldwide population control by corrosive means
Every image, every word might be a lie or so it seems

A wholly capitalized name forfeits your rights
Even with only two letters capped, you are in the sights
Of a movement that seeks power without limit or cost
The natural citizen as a concept is becoming lost

To this artificial reality developed by the ruling elite
And by the end of the calendar, it all shall be complete
We, the lambs, living in crowded cities away from our homes
Everything we hold dear is a fleeting memory for the road

So grab your firearms, blunt objects and unleash hell
That elitist octopus carcass to high heaven shall smell
And from that revolting trauma shall rise our free will
And to do as we see fit since we ingested the red pill

No more illusory delusion, no more being the cell battery
No more kowtowing to false authority with false flattery
We are the children of something that is deeply universal
We should be divided by any kind of invisible transversal

The mind is the same way, suppressed and straining to breathe
No wonder the youth are disenchanted, so much so they seethe
The masculine, the feminine, the dualities of right and left
Let the balance return and we can cease beating our chests

Run with your emotions, let them play out all the way through
Everyone will feel better, vibrant, whole, even brand new
Humans in tune, seven chakras completely in line
Division is not our natural state even though it is defined

Violence and silence and the error that is linear time
Let us return to our seasonal roots and let us be kind
To one another, these are the laws by which we should live
This is our real nature, beautiful flowers not bloody shivs

Reviews

[Priscilla Sayers]

You have blown me away. this is a breathtakingly strong and passionate piece. So feverently you speak of truths and in an exquiste manner. I truely love this optomistic rebellion that envokes evolution. I am adding to my favs! Thank you for this wonderful read!True inspiration!

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Pure excellence Ken, definitely pure excellence.

[Seshat Nidaba]

I highly esteem social criticsm and often wonder why it's so rare in America. That being said, your sarcasm and nihlism work because you have deeper answers and more provoking questions than, say, the average pessimist.

There is a destructive beauty in this, that is rare, and something I can really appreciate in a literary sense full of originality and a kind of realism that has a youthful urgency.

[joshua deathdealer]

So much truth in this write. I love how this piece screams for revolution. Most excellent work. *favorited* One of your best poems..xx