Our democracy is so great that there's an imbalance of weight where one percent owns more and more in an ever expanding disparity with the poor peaking in the zenith of civilisation
Our free market economics so cool it comes behind a gun though a tool can't rule
nor can the national debate generate weight when it's shelf life is as innate as high st high brow for
calibrated consumers sucking on soundbites
Capitalism hijacked you with a greed so complete that after sucking fate dry it spat out the seed and the west was won
You
Sir
got done !
Then hate adopted the seed of my fate veering blindly trying to find me
Fate had got lost because ,
Even I didn't know where I was
I'd been looking in the mirror
where I'd seen this man
with a questful soul
He had a Mirror in his hand
But no baggage no witness and nowhere to go
So I went physically everywhere
Coaching him myself on how to grow
His relative experience is a finite block of time
When all I have is here withinn
as thus therefore be thine
And all he fought with warrior steed
E'en testing the face of love as though
that not reciprocated in signature never was
it's crusade bore his ever guiding star
Setting ablaze his blood
against generic prescription
Nemesis-less
but for traits of greed
beyond its cantankerous bait of needs from survival's ancestral gene
I cut my teeth before the workbench of songs
And where friendship bore a trojan invoice
bit the skin off of faithfull clouds
and trailed the eternal knot
across infested carnage and inebriated debris
to coastlines of
cherry picked sands
There he sipped fresh rain
while wading a tea green sea
and in murkiness of silt beheld a prescence of me
all battles
amounting to one
and only then
Fates work being done
I'd tip my hat
granted a soliloquy of peace
and settle my bill
as an overture decreased
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