the sanctity of life protected
till life be known for sure
then death to all and all to death
in justifiable war
casting freedoms all aside
to honer blasphemy true
taking though not willing to give
that’s what hypocrites do
Dystopiatic news
.for mechanical views
.of a place where they abuse
Freedom’s illusion
.by designed confusion
.of economic contusion
Heed not these words
.spoken better by birds
.lest peace disturbs
I found the truth beneath a tree
Sitting by so patiently
“What the hell are you doing here?”
I asked the truth, ever so queer
“Waiting,
Waiting,
Waiting around
Just to see if I would be found”
I looked about atop this hill
Where truth sat waiting ever still
Beneath the only one tree found
Overlooking the entire town
Where people bustled about the street
Never looking up above their feet
Incognizant (translations welcome)
Awaiting stipulations
for manipulations
while congregations
of fabrications
demand emancipations
though confutations
of the educations
for their affirmations
are denunciations
Thus the aggregate
do masturbate
global provocate
while they equivocate
that they prevaricate
ever so inconsiderate
of their repudiate
for the corporate
of the deprecate


