Contract of Neutrality

Strange in how in great times of turmoil

One can not find a place without opinion

Without a mitigated stance crashing over you

The blunt force of shell shocked agressions bouncing across

Strange is the reactionary instinct found so prominent in a democracy

Odd on how quiet we were on these oppositions until it bubbled in our veins

Toxins and bile piled till it cloted our breath

But how quickly we waste our precious moments screaming for release

Rather retching the sulphur from our bones and tendons

We find it appropriate to focus on the individual suffering

Than the community's plague we so prominently base ourselves on

Ah but questioning that is a unspoken social hersey is it not?

You can preach your vices and your illnesses

Your "scars" if it were, if scars came from useless, idle affairs.

But speak against some form of community tumor?

A disease mistaken as a principle, a pillar for our regress

Urge for something else in yourself, it may be granted

But urge for the community to shift, to take any kind of action for us

And you're the community's strange shifting shade

Who knows what goes on in the mind of a man with conviction?

Ought to caste him from the chains and bindings of a civil society

Do him some good, taste the air he's preached so much about

Teach him that solitude is death beyond the grave

Not to say we don't often force and jerk a change from our tired bodies

One urged by many social figures

Shadows cast against the backlight of our stage

Then it comes for the time of change

Cast no official out of course 

See that we wait until the elected time and course

Years away, wait patiently 

Remember that you were scorned by events that much time back

Or don't.

The leisure to forget comes so easily.

One may serve for his entire summed lifetime as a politician

The same tiresome, trifling mistakes

Repeated until his blood clots and he crumples into the grave.

To the citizen it matters not

All are granted immunity from Darwinism, the weeding of the weak

Unless of course, you are the one sitting behind his very own desk

Rather those sprawling isles found elsewhere where power lies

Then it is the opposite of the weeding of the weak

But destruction of the strong, any kind of strength

Destroy any moral obligation you had to yourself

For you are now the ides of March

Foretelling the world's change

Not of your accord, but the one who "supports" you

The republic's sun, the centre of the solar system 

Chaining yourself to them

and to them nothing

They are driftless in a much larger ocean

one you where may not know the currents as you are drowning in it

Those barbed wires digging into you, graying yourself

Fitting the spectre image you've been assigned

You now follow the whims of the son of the Sun

Every single rotation dictated by it and it alone

Only showing your face, the face of your thoughts and morals

Never the body, the darkness bellowed behind it

You are merely the grey meeting in the ocean

The power and icon of the people.

How tiresome it will be until we meet the death of every single institution

By force, some astronomical collision

Which envelops it in destruction

Or by the whittling of the cosmos

The natural reaction to resist against this horrid prison

You feel it too of course

The natural right to freedom

Not gifted or revoked by Sons of Liberty

But who are you, to resit the stars above your head?

Do you think this a government where your concerns should be addressed?

Should give cause for change, true, unrestricted progress to burl forth?

This is not a democracy.

It is a government where you vote who should lock your soul away

And that is of course, the natural product of a system such as this

As far as back as the old masters.

It is no mistake they too saw fault in this beleaguered system

Saw fit to challenge the stars that strangled them so

So then it should not be yours too?

Your mission to challenge them?

With words or action?

To find the fault in our iron workings and make them right.

Should it not be the god given right of yours to live?

Rather than walk a corpse life, only of use to parasites

To those who would give nothing back to you

But rather to fatten themselves

And eventually put to the same task when their demise comes too?

Do you not feel your bones ache for release?

Then free them, it is only so simple to ask,

You are the son of the republic

A government for the people, by the people.