The ground is bursting like the Earth wants to shake us off like a bad case of fleas
As Gulfmageddon engulfs and reddens the seas
And even if it was an accident it’s still an act of war
An open declaration of intent by the hidden hyper-rich on everyone whom they consider poor
And no, that’s not you, you’re in the ‘middle class’ only … that isn’t even really economically there any more
What with this global counterfeiter’s coup
Your side’s been chosen for you, the first shots have been fired,
With the financial bombings of the markets by the banksters who conspired
To defraud the entire goddamn species
To bewitch the real economy with monetary policies
To steal the future of this bewildered world with the proliferation of their mandatory usuries
Their credit cards and lines of credit (oh and by the way there’s a charge for debit)
Car loans, student debt, mortgages (oh and did you know that once meant ‘death bet’?)
We’re trapped in a constrictor’s tightening coils:
Wrapped in ourselves, tracked or in cells, wracked by our toils,
Holy hell am I the only one down here who wants to see the powers that be burning in barrels of their sweet and PREEECIOOUS oils?
Oh right, how silly of me, the video awards are on MTV! Say, isn’t that Jay-Z staring with one eye through fingers held up in an inverted V?
The signs are all quite plain to see, hidden out in plain sight right up there on TV where where we tune in daily to star-gaze gleefully at modern synthetic celestial deities with names like Brangelina Jolie
And you wonder (or don’t), as the Hollywood lights blot out the nights
If in amidst the camera’s beautiful lies
The stars ever lift up misty eyes to search for their missing birthright,
The freely given sight
Of the eternity that engulfs the red and glowing skies?
Or perhaps they’re simply terrified of the knowledge that next to their namesakes
They are less consequential than mayflies
And what of their worshippers, holding fast to friendships with fictional hopes, losing themselves in epic operatic soaps
While “All Earth’s Children” watch “As the World Dies”?
And maybe some day (soon?) you’ll step outside of your surround-sound cocoons and in the streets a heaving mass movement will rise
And we’ll start to take back our lives
See through the disguise
Reawaken to the dignity and majesty that naturally accompany every thread of this eternal tapestry of matter and energy, of life and conscious faculty, of memory and mystery that weaves a web outside of time which brings you into instantaneous union with Universe…
If enough do that we’ll lift the curse
But for now the iZombie horde mumble and mutter and shout about parties with, well, no wine, just some coffee and lots of nice traditional tea
And while zombie movements might be slow, they’re also stupid, and vicious, and unless we wake up to we
Entirely the wrong blood will flow in the streets
The same old
Revolution!
will revolve around again
And push some ZioChristoid Corpgov reptilian Napolean into the highest seat
He’ll carry off your children for his war machine’s meat
The superfluous he will spend in a spectacular burnt offering
A hecatomb dedicated to his hungry ancient god of ego, appetite and deceit
While hydrocarbon hurricanes scour the crops, and what survives that fries in the heat.
For those who would be free, there is an implied responsibility.
