#Philosophistication

“O human race, born to fly upward,
wherefore at a little wind dost thou so fall?”
― Dante Alighieri

Tale told by an idiot,
truth dances within phrases and idioms,
idols and freely trafficked infants,
plaintiffs sniffing on brown envelopes,
eloping to a better home, bury
Africans over chrome, African babies
with shacks as homes; Europeans
anxious for prom, walk towards the
kingdom, the kings are lost, Queens
dancing to the frequencies of white Marilyns,
consciousness is part of showbiz,
walk towards the light in a row,
Monroe doctrine; minds colonized;
slaves of sorts; back and forth.
Truth revealed and towed from an
enclosed box to a corporate publishing
corporal to corner stores, revolution
with pockets awaiting coins, everything
and nothing matters no more, truth over matter,
what matters is matter, martyrs of
ledgers and badly written self-published
pieces of mind, marvel over speculation
and sweet lies, roll the dice; the elite
is the man in your mind, or the
elite is the man selling the poems
about meaningless lives, freedom
never arrives, the future is steadily ripe,
maybe what's lost needn't not be found,
taxes used for malice, poverty line
and Mr Price, standing for us is a cover-up,
the system with it's upper cuts,
Canaan might be in a glance,
debauchery of the butchered and victimized,
auction of the martyred Israelite.

Lose the need to feel free,
swallow your cyanide from that
divine tree, flee from everyone's
crumbling words, it's tumbling laws
and biased ways of the constitutional man,
depend on one man's ways for history
to sway, we're in the age of the damned,
the revolutionary hearts are paid to rant,
paid to play the wise-man on television
frames, destroy your mindsets; the
television tells tales, its fake facts...