Freedom Rant, Part Three... (Death Of The Poets)
humanism, capitalism,
abdicate the throne.
god on the laptop,
satan on the phone.
what we are, how near, how far,
and things we dare know touch.
recite prayers, let down your hair,
when too little is too much.
justice bartered, equality martyred,
let religion opiate the mind.
cant see or smell the guilt of blood,
when you're deaf and you're blind.
money talks, while poverty walks,
and hatred buys a gun.
anger boils, the price of oil,
and the smoke hides the sun.
desperate trance, without a chance,
children learn to close their eyes.
minds closed and lips set,
while their souls pray to die!
discriminate, segregate,
you know they're not like you.
cant hear their cries, cant feel their need,
there's nothing you can do.
follow the flag, liberty in drag,
pull their teeth they cannot bite.
when right becomes wrong,
and wrong becomes right!
heaven or hell, save yourself,
turn out the light before you strip.
masturbate, cant communicate,
your master cracks the whip.
and truth denied, narcotic lies,
but the terror lies within.
there comes a day, you cannot hide,
the trace of where you've been.
the distant shore, by boat and oars,
is as close as your hand.
the god you seek, revealed in flesh,
a woman and a man!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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