Idiocracy

Idiocracy

A Poem by Vicarious Fieldog
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i made up a word and gave it a meaning.. its almost hidden..

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Masks of saviours
Hide their faces
Death is the flavour
On which they feed

As we all take a look
At what they have done
Flooded with lies and betrayal
The promises they make gone
Always setting us up just to fail

Jesters in ties
Telling their lies
Spewing their filth
Into your lives
Best for you
Return to your homes
To get the best view of the slaughter

Aromas of deceits
Fill the empty streets
As the people they save
Hide away from the pain.

Blood in their beds
Cold on the floor
Taking whenever they want
Takes more than a fool to see the flaw

Kings in their worksuits
the bottom take what they get
Only the wind in their hair,
The blood in their veins
Tells them the truth
that they arent dead yet

Oppresed are their souls
Their hearts and their lives
Spark becomes flame,
Flame to inferno
Burning destroying
All that its known

Bring me inferno
Flames of destruction
In return, bring me salvation
Morons, idiots and fools alike

Will never take up arms
And will never fight
So who truly are the fools
In anarchy and fire

desperate fools..
desperate fools 
Desperate fools of the idiocracy..

© 2011 Vicarious Fieldog


Author's Note

Vicarious Fieldog
it makes sense to me.. think.. leaders... and people who control.. starts with a big ol' G.. but with less bias..

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Added on October 3, 2011
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