If i'm so free
how come I was born in a neo-colonial edwardian ward whose midwives, sisters of sons seduced from the bosoms of mothers and fathers torn from elders land and kin corode symphonically
how come I was born in a neo-colonial edwardian ward whose midwives, sisters of sons seduced from the bosoms of mothers and fathers torn from elders land and kin corode symphonically
with
hierachial programes of moronic serfs bullied by white collar prefects mollycodelled by hypocritipolitical mps under coat-tails of monarchial dynasties accrediting monolythic deities instead of actual monopolies
We're a cognitively isolated collective in exclusive thoughtwaves
saturated with idiotic conventions concocted via focus groups , to pundits, through multi sensory media
The critical mass of disembowelled spirits
Divided and conquered into ten thousand religions, awarded for the fermentation of our sentience
To fit us into the fixture of the widest possible picture
despite the independence of plasma we are a complacent commodity of labour on the treadmill of consumerism
reared on panoramic illusion
A birth certificate declares you property of the corporation
Your deed declares your house is theirs
your policy, your car; everything you did, do, will own and are
As if we haven't twigged that this isn't all there is
as if angry mobs with molotovs couldn't physically fuck them off
even if gangster run democracies
kleptocrats and oligarchies,
manipulate, and manufacture three dimensional realities
as if apocalypses didn't crystalise obitual inscriptions in pyramids in pinpointed precision with solar systems depicting inter-planetary visits from gods to a 13.8 billion year old planet
and no-one can prove that they didn't
then Van Gogh amplified the divine intoxication of invisible prisms
Stevie Wonder sings inner visions
professor hawkins epitomises the raw core of enterprises where you are the book of ages supplying a beacon for dreams
The horizon is your longe and the passng day a 3D screen void of desgned obsolescence
language is telepathic
The quantum triumphs of your poetry are omnipresent
and success is measured in the width of your smile
every cubic millimetre , and every meritocratic mile
