Revolt

"If I'd written all the truth I knew for the past ten years, about 600 people - including me - would be rotting in prison cells from Rio to Seattle today. Absolute truth is a very rare and dangerous commodity in the context of professional journalism." --Hunter S. Thompson

The beginning of educational deception
Holds an important key
For those of the robot age
Where information is programmed
By images and "facts"
So that we can push a button
And make a few quarters
For a processed meal
Full of drugs
Full of poisons
But we don't care
Since we have become dominated
By technology
Tearing subliminal messages in our brains

We have forgotten to dream
To feel [real]
Love & happiness
Growth no longer becomes an option
Only avail to those who seek
Who protest the everyday
Fear mongrel that taps
In our radar
Waiting to attack our security
With lies to keep us inside
Away from nature
In it's vicious law
And all thought is lost
Because they listen

The real composers are snuffed out
From the market
Since no one cares
For a writer's reality
No one looks into words
Unless it's fantasy
In a Disney form
With gold on a string
To dangle right in our view
In hopes that
Some day
One day
They could hold
The false satisfaction

I hope to free myself
And the world
From the chains
That bounds our brains
To the objective
Of the elitist
Since the truth
Is more powerful
Then any curtain
That hides the bones
And when it all comes down
There will be those
Who won't fall with the rest
--The people of the revolution will last

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