Spectre

Spectre 10/29/2012

They give us opiates
When what we need is freedom
And they give us a show
When what we need
Is courage.

Turn on the tube
And see what they are selling
Nothing but the lowest common denominator
Dumbed down to nothing.

We worship men
Who are ignorant and shallow
Idolizing cowards
And petty criminals.

Do nothing men
In a do nothing time
Flaunting their wealth
Soulless and dead.

And everything you see
Is nothing but a distraction
Just enough to amuse
And forget.

Go and tell the dead
That this is what is left
Nothing but memories
In a puff of smoke.

Celebrating the worst
While the best die
Crushed by the heavy silence
Of unacknowledged sin.

Look to the sky
And scream at the silence
Looking for the spectre
That will never come.

Down with the king
And all of his protectors
Smug, hateful,
And naked in the sun.

The last vision
Should be something better
Than dying alone
Abandoned by hope.

Strike a blow for liberty
Because all is worthless
Without freedom
A small and silent decision
To be felt and remembered.