Your idols shattered,
temples broken and disarrayed.
Torches have been snuffed,
Heads of State on displayed.

Outlaws are the new law,
here come the big fat payoff.
Justice's blindfold lined with gold,
peace and security under scrutiny.

Vote your favorites in,
this one-party rigged election.
Same lies, same faces,
just different last names.

Chains and shackles are jewelry,
collar on your neck fashion.
Tattooed barcodes on your forehead,
you are nothing but a number now.

Where have all our freedoms gone?
How were our Rights pissed away?
What did we do to deserve this?
The system has failed...

Every beat of my heart,
working on the chain gang.
Every breath in my chest,
fuels the anger inside.

No crime has been committed,
except by those on the People.
Security monitors at every home,
they see all, know all!

The end of our Times, they let us fall,
armed with an arsenal to end us all.
Sinned by doing nothing but stepping aside,
how did slugs and cowards get so high?

Mass graves dot the countryside,
burned alive, buried alive.
Those who survive rise with arms,
plowshares to swords, we've become.

Where has the human spirit gone?
Was it murdered in some back alley?
The courage to rise, do I have it?
The system has failed...

Like cattle we're led by the nose,
oppression grinding us to nothing.
We've become slaves to paper and inkwells,
the digital revolution raped our souls.

Tell us what to watch,
clap at the appropriate time.
Public exections have such high ratings,
another hero long gone.

It was his turn, standing next to me,
and yet I did nothing to stop them.
Now it's my turn, I look back,
but still nothing happened to save me.

Your prisoner number says it all,
no life, no name, you are nothing.
You will not say no to us,
property has no choice but acceptance.

What has happened to our souls?
Where's the government we loved?
Where are the leaders to follow?
The system has failed...

Take it!
Take one more shot!
One more shot at me!

Violence, in my head, in my soul,
it's time to act, to take control.
Strength, in my skin, in the floor,
this is the spot I'll make my stand.

Surround me, control me, subjegate me,
I won't show fear, I won't conform.
Arrest me, beat me, rape and leave me,
I won't be your slave no more.

My heart is floating in darkness,
no sign of light is given.
Imprisoned in the worst of cages,
left with no escape.

Voices carry the Martyr's tune,
they have their figurehead now.
Flames speak death of all languages,
souls, dearly departed, I salute you.

What has become of us now?
No promise we will succeed?
Did we even stand a chance?
The system has failed...

04/24/2005

Author's Note: Nominated Poem Of The Month! JUN2005

Posted on 04/25/2005
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