grand mal seizure…

confusion
staring spells
uncontrollable jerking movements
loss of consciousness
and
awareness
fear 
anxiety
and
deja vu erratic
movements
striking others
resulting
in
injuries
and
deaths
to
its own
children
and
citizens
a nation
out
of
control

 

ain’t gonna steal your limelight…

now
i’m not one
to
talk
or
hold grudges
but
i’m looking forward
to
pissing
on
your grave
and
it won’t matter
if
they swear
you’ve
been saved
cuz
i’ll
do so
not
in
the name of
the father
son
or
holy ghost
but
in
the name
of
those
who
were
maimed
murdered
or
crucified
in
your name
so
i’m sure
you can see
this
ain’t about me
it’s
still
all
about
you

 

pay-for-slay…

 

the brown bag prophet
was holding up
a sign
that said
let’s do pay-for-slay too
and yes
once again
i was compelled
to
inquire
why
the prophet said
well
we give billions
to
israel
and
other countries
so
if we really want
the killing
to
stop
we’ll deduct
from
those funds
for
each
innocent life
taken
of course
given
the number of deaths
already this year
some countries
will owe
us
money

 

mirror mirror on the wall…

 

the egotist’s wall
made over believers’ graves
nothing is sacred
to a madman’s childish dreams
except the mirror’s image

 

before their prayers…

 

on a day
with
gathering clouds
those who wore
the mantle of power
chiefs and priests
in
full regalia
climbed
the temple stairs
to speak
to the gods
seeking guidance
for
in their lust
for
life’s treasures
this
chamber of deputies
had lost
the vision
the gods
had bestowed
upon them
when
they reached
the summit
and
stared down
upon the people
that they
had sworn
to serve
as well as
their
future generations
they saw
the underworld
consume
all
who awaited them

 

freedom’s fairytale…

 

let’s read a story
to children held behind bars
this time one that’s true

 

tilak…

you needn’t speak
what
you are
is in
what
you do
it burns
your flesh
from
the inside
giving you
no place
to hide
while the smell
of
your
singed soul
spills
from
your body
marking
you
for
that
which lies
just beneath
the facade
of
your existence