Philosophers of State
By John Kaniecki
A far away galaxy shimmering in shyness
In haunting taunting darkness lost in bliss
Two lovers recover swearing no more of this
Reconciliation is the sweetest form of kiss
I look to heaven from a particular point of view
The world has gone crazy and yes that means you
Jets fighters roaring, Jet bombers soaring
How many slain is the method of scoring
While Judas covets an alabaster flask
And every politician puts on the perfect mask
So where do we turn? How do we learn?
Never mind says the CEO it’s none of your concern
While all the crops are synthetically made
Computer digits is the popular currency paid
There is nowhere to run and just one place to hide
The lines are drawn choose an ambiguous side
Earth First seeks blood to quench its thirst
But I know killing for Jesus equals the worst
And I am but a poet observing the ride
Come speak the truth and you’ll be crucified
Every angle is formed by only two lines meeting
So to bread and medicine I send my greeting
All the so called hoodlums would have been blown away
If it weren’t for the fact that bodies decay
Yet every reality is conformed by the mind
In Jack the Ripper cruelty they find themselves kind
So shoot a satellite to Jupitar and leave us behind
In your own heart lay the treasures you wish to find
Unfortunately the fortunate are foolish and blind
But hey I say haven’t we seen this play before?
The one Hollywood made with the perfect score
Where all the names have been changed to hide the guilt
By slaves were the great Egyptian pyramids built
So I point to Manhattan with a nod of my head
Where philosophers of state proclaim
“We’d be better off if you were dead”
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