The soap box from which you stand, keeps their mind in delusions grand.
The sea of faces eyes wide shut, hemming and hawing about all that's discussed.
Shaking and nodding heads galore, not two the same, not at all anymore.
Everyone's opinions vastly different from the rest, but insistently the rite one , each strongly protests.
Not seeing the reality rite in front of their eyes, the monster in wolf's clothing ,what a clever disguise.
Licking its chops , what a wonderous prize , all the tender morsels hem hawing to their ultimate demise.
What a buffet, what a feast!!! What delicacies we seek !!!
The sheeple are herding , eternally asleep.
The sounds of the grindstone drown out the cries, of the minute few that awaken and open their eyes.
Still rubbing the fog away from sight , some try to help others , to stand up and fight.
This is not your fate !!!! You don't have to compromise !!! You matter!!, You’re important ! Please? Please, open your eyes?
But alas the majority go quietly into the night , to be consumed by the god of a false paradise. Convinced of its truths they would rather not fight , “it's too much effort , and the monster is so nice.”
The promises he made, the illusion created, that all is well, just stay segregated.
With each one separate, locked away from the next , happy and content in their private , catered , secluded nest.
They die fat and plump, never accomplishing anything. The same as his neighbor , if it’s all the same .
The ones that awoke , that escaped and scattered. Are starting to migrate and soon they will gather.
Knowing the truth and of what actually matters .
The few now many , slowly congregate, refusing to be the next on its plate.
Together we stand ,one collective hand in hand , attempting to heal this broken land.
With peace and with love , with all that is equal. I'm sure we can be a most powerful people.
This idea we have, this paradise we seek, won't be easy by far, we have a lot at stake
Don't hide your eyes , it's ok to be awake . you've made it this far, you know you're not weak .
Together we can do this, for as long as we might , we are not afraid , not at all to fight . For what we believe in and for all that is rite.
Each one of us is equal, not fearing our plight.
With weapon in had and war on the mind
We will not be fooled , we are not blind
Screaming our war cries our swan song ,
we will not stop till the oppression is gone
We go into this war to fight an endless fight ,
Take a deep breath knowing our fate ,
Slowly and silently we sneak up to the gate
Take in the fresh air and all the courage we can muster
We charge full board , We wage war on the monster
By
S.L.






© S.S.N.Lloyd