ManifestoA Poem by anartaoI deny your apathetic world, your arm chair view of things The cathedral of the self you build, your stained synthetic wings Following the cause that all your favourite stars campaign Placing bows within your wool, and following the grain Choosing to be weak and follow, forgetting your divine Finding truth in mass appeal, wholly behind the line Living cookie cutter lives, that someone else has built Justifying selfishness to alleviate your guilt Yelling from your sofa’s, yet refusing to make a stand Sympathetic from a distance for suffering in other lands Where convenience is the highest ideal to which you strive Becoming w****s to earn the gold to make us feel alive Popping pills for happiness, medicated all the day Children would rather a TV screen, than the outdoors when they play Staring slack jawed, eyes wide shut, total indoctrination Nothings known unless its shown on a well known TV station The halls of power home to the corrupted and depraved All this racism and hatred travels roads that they have paved Who cares if they have fucked around and cheated on their wife ? Im more concerned with unjust wars and the loss of human life Or how the ones in power spread their legs for corporate gold Or how we’re all commodities, waiting to be bought or sold
Give me love and nothing else, till away my body wastes Flavour my life with pain and hurt, and other taboo tastes Let me lay my life down for a soul i’ve never met Let me throw a f*****g brick right through that TV set I want life to pierce my soul, and leave me many scars I want my stories to be told, as numerous as stars Let me learn from rocks and trees a patience old as time And every time i see a wall, give me the strength to climb Let me be like water, flowing to the lowest spot Let my life be simple, let me untangle that knot Allow me to see through others eyes, the journey that they take Let me build my own life, not some manufactured fake Knock down the mountains of worry, and fill in despairs deep hole Let us re-build with love and light, all that from us they have stole © 2013 anartao |
Stats
63 Views
1 Review Added on January 20, 2013 Last Updated on January 20, 2013 AuthoranartaoSydney, AustraliaAboutI write to keep my self sane, and because the act of writing is also one of creating, and with the majority of power in the world today laying in the hands of destroyers, we need all the creators we c.. more..Writing
|