Sunday, May 25, 2025

The System

 The System

 

Pyramids of chiseled stones, crushing the bones, of the Hebrew slaves

Pyramids, Pharaohs' graves, home of the dead, created by anguish

Under the sweltering sun, the work is never done, death the only finish


In Manhattan, spires scrape the sky, above the dim cry of the working class

Wall Street, Bull Market, Baal is their Lord, mammon their reward

Tombs of doom, Zombies of the apocalypse, savagely kiss the empress

Defined as cruel, the Queen of Fools, in darkness she rules

The number of the beast, mocks the least, Satan cackles at his feast

They fornicate in brutal hate, devouring the blood of the common man

 

Calm waters run deep, the believer can keep what he has promised

For liars never realize that doom shall consume, a rancorous perfume

Ideals, they are real, a vision one cannot steal, take, break or shake

Systems come and systems go look at once mighty Egypt if you want to know

Egypt, a third world player, the construction of pyramids has now ceased

Powers rise and powers fall, a surge of a sentimental sorrow released

 

Greed is a cancer, an addict needing another hit, producing paradise counterfeit

Insanity inflicts vanity, you curse profanity, when one comes with humble truth

You shall know the deal, when we shall steal, your very youth

For we have wisdom to change the system it is happening now as we speak

Never confuse humility for being weak, soon we shall peak, all is not bleak

There is tremendous power in turning the other cheek

We are the star, you tarry near and far, in desire it is us you seek 

POLISHED FRAGMENTS

Poet To The Poor


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