Empty heads are ripe for filling

Empty heads are ripe for filling with empty stories made to fit,

this dulling of our consciousness we actively permit,

reality ignored for virtual worlds of mere distraction,

sliding ever backwards as our progress loses traction,

unable now to distinguish between the real and man-made tale,

as we confuse the natural world with this manufactured veil

The new religion’s economics, and the dollar’s become god,

the deity to which we kneel and the bobble heads all nod,

priests that preach austerity whilst stuffing robes with gold

are the same that send the youth to die to keep the products sold,

and meaning’s been discarded unless a dollar sign comes first,

promoting parts of human hearts that bring out mankinds worst

And to prove just how devoted that we are to our new Lord,

our armies march upon the malls with wallets held like swords,

credit cards deftly fingered like the rosaries of old,

buying our belief in all the parables we’re told,

selling ourselves into slavery with its golden chains of debt,

whilst the community around us becomes a strangers silhouette

A freedom now equated with self-indulgence and excess

as we consume in vain attempts to fill that gnawing emptiness,

and the sanctity of what resides inside has been defiled

as we replace a souls complexity with a shopping list compiled

of lessons taught by talking heads and forged celebrity fiction,

the blurring of our wants and needs, and self-controls eviction

Bribed with shiny things and sold a plethora of fables,

the status quo entrenched against attempts to turn the tables,

the sugary treat they sell you wrapped in democratic guise

will rot the teeth with which you bite, and spell freedoms demise,

for those ticks within the boxes does not equate with any voice,

and to pick between assorted thieves and liars is not choice

Has evolution led us to these heads that nod on springs ?

Have we forgotten of the power that a simple question brings ?

How many lies before we start to doubt what we are told ?

How long will you defend the crown you'll never get to hold ?

We take as absolute one single page within a book,

walls sold as horizons that impair just how we look

and define where we are standing and the route the future takes,

for things that we treat carelessly are surely bound to break,

and those up at the wheel have compasses that only point to greed,

regardless of the lives destroyed or innocence that bleeds,

and if we are simply content to pass our days in the back seat,

I hope the view’s spectacular for the journey brings defeat