DementedA Poem by JasonDemented WorldColonization upon our nation of slaughter Bloody rivers, of our lost fallen fathers Imprisonment exists, so check your neck for your collar This is our world, and our corruption is dollars We’re searching for the answers, but for within our wallets Printed presidents are burning a hole in our pockets And a little bit of weed, to unlock what’s beneath Is only experienced through us dodging police Clouded, powdered noses; A life only chosen It’s parallel thorns pricking fingers on roses Defiance of a higher; programmed, wired Authority’s contradiction on what’s been written on squires It’s a corruption of destruction, so hold the hand of your family And hear the blistering, whistling, that’s truth of humanity Corruption, destruction; The hand of your family And the blistering whistling that’s the truth of humanity I can’t believe, we have to see… We have to see these dangers Demented is me, within my dreams As my passion angers For the child The anger cries… Youth can’t arise In a world of demented lies Contemplating eyes, arise shelter for the homeless Losing focus, from the interfering flying locusts That relegate and pressure Until more becomes lesser And the dead shells on the ground elevate and pester Within the mind of the dying, and only in time Will a beaten soul arise, and re-climb Unto the top of the subject “The lust when you undress… Peels the skin from the bone, exposing the loveless.” And the stress is just a test, crazy and obsessed Beneath fluent minds…humanity is possessed For alcoholic causes, the ignorance fallen Almost relevant to a life that never stops, but just pauses Almost relevant to a mind that doesn’t think that it’s able To shuffle the hand that’s been placed upon the table Just dreaming up existence that seems forever missing With nothing to show, but the cries of our children! I can’t believe, we have to see We have to see these dangers Demented is me, within my dreams As my passion angers For the child The anger cries… Youth can’t arise In a world of demented lies Hold your golden child, it’s almost over now Cling to your golden child, it’s almost over now Let me give you a little bit of history It means for one time, I need you listening We’re living by the law of protect and serve… Us papers. For vapors, where nothing is pure but haters At the strong arm of the law Jurisdiction to the system has been seen before Repeated lies, arise self-contradiction A groundhog day Surreal life repetition Of Society!! So many are following We’re all just a number, another human is swallowing In which I realize, there is not one right government system They got a gun in your face, and their finger keeps itching… I can’t believe, we have to see… We have to see these dangers Demented is me, within my dreams As my passion angers For the child The anger cries… Youth can’t arise In a world of demented lies © 2010 JasonFeatured Review
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Added on April 24, 2009Last Updated on May 9, 2010 AuthorJasonAcross the potomac..., WVAboutFirst off, let me introduce myself. My name is Jason, and I live in West Virginia. I am twenty seven years old and have been writing poetry, journals, diaries, and short stories since I was a very yo.. more..Writing
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