Unplugged

Unplugged         2/10/2015

Time to pull the plug

And let it all drain down

A little too late

But well worth the trouble. 

It’s hard to let go

But sometimes

It’s all you can do

If you want to grip 

On what really matters more.

Often a door must close

For another one to open

But win, lose or draw

There is always more

On the other side. 

By now, we know what is true

And we know what is fake

Bloody, naked and pale

Right under our nose.  

And many are the murdered

Nameless, and faceless

Intentionally forgotten

And systematically attacked

Many are working overtime

Just to muck up the system

Top heavy, dumb

Convoluted and wasted. 

Weighing us down

And drowning us out

Reduced to peasants

Ignorant and dumb. 

Defenseless, powerless

Useless and expendable

Voting on command

And eliminated at will.  

Sheep graze

Until the slaughter

And we to, are taught

To nod our heads

Silent and compliant.  

With each inch

Evil is emboldened

Lying more every day

Just to steal

And starve. 

I was raised on a promise

That no longer applies

As we are leveraged out

Over our heads. 

Nothing is left

And everything is owed

Squeezed out, from both sides

By confiscation and bribes.  

The odds are stacked

Out of intimidation and fear

The colossal lie 

Unaccountable

And untouchable. 

So this is the dream

Gift wrapped with tissue

Nothing but an empty box

Six feet deep.  

Breath it in

And feel it in your blood 

The very air laden with tension

And groaning from pain.