When the rough grabbing hands of callouses in black leather disguises
swiftly slap and snatch your precious cargo child
with head trauma concealed in sleepless pillow case and duct tape
disappeared off the streets in darkness of desperation
delayed indefinitely on their longest way
home from the library of rote studied rules
and lies engraved in stone on tombs
will your insured bank account be shelter enough
from the shit storm about to blow down your fans
those sychophantic neophytes numbed enough to feed your blind greed
will your carefully balanced checkbook open wide enough
to accomodate the anxious demands
laid out by the bedridden lusts of enforced loneliness
exposed in the semen slicked covers of glossy magazine
selling death inducing orgasms to the audience of captives
stimulating the interest rates blindly to climb into
tree burning machines of intentional mutilation
with mouths wide open swallowing with surgical smiles
annihilation by the ounce in time release capsules
so brightly colored by crushed dreams in the latest styles of the minute too late
will you sacrifice your comfortable chair to the fire of our imaginations
so sick with the life stifled in squares of commerce and bottom lines
because we're focusing our gun-like sights with an aim to topple towers
from the highest points of our legally limited experiences
where we find the stars frozen in static and endless montage
manufactured memories made of a false history to explain the families of disownership
set to soundtrack made from the wind blown through hollows of hearts ripped and beaten
how will you explain your position at the end of this damned age
dying era of disgraceful dinosaurs rumbling in the nightmares of a just birthing species
today's rodents are rising from under your payment where seeds are waiting
to sprout in shouts of protest against your erections exluding the life giving light
these grass roots will reach to choke you back down from your mountain in disbelief
we are dormant but not dead crossbred from the dregs of your carelessly dropped crumbs
fertilized by your delicate defications and second generation grounds
we are the keepers of your estatements spread too thin across abstract worlds
of wine soaked wit with caustic intent aimed at the already downed for kicks
we watch the holdings against you in our court of caged kangaroos
wondering what more are you left wanting in the boardrooms of prestige and exclusion
we've seen all that you can steal with the proper education and connections
we cannot ignore your vicious avarice as it attempts one more blatant bludgening
with blunt instruments designed to deplete our stored energies
as translated into traffic congested in cacophonous confusion
where there should be sung some song of solidarity
to encourage the curiousity in the ears of children yet to open their eyes
yet to see the brilliant sun of the ideal promised tomorrow
where each of us have a peace as near equal as possible
where the art inside everything is celebrated in constant confession
where every word is beautiful as spoken freely by the heart sincere
no longer silenced for lack of forgiveness of falsely inflated debt
now freed from the restraint of religious institutions artificial and exacting
now released from the chains of corporate vines invasive
we are coming to call on you with the appointed day of judgement
will you be ready for penalties and payment overdue
will you be able to afford what we've been asked to appreciate
with your incompetent investment of hard labor and wasted wages
in dire straits you've waggered but not won
all bets are off for the bank has been ruptured
what will you offer in exchange for our desired change so long denied
what could possibly compensate us for our loss
what could ever make all those futures past shine as we had believed they would
what can you offer to bring us closer to that which you have pushed so far away
we are now asking loudly but no longer waiting for your answer
we are sick with the pestilence and famine of your falsehood
and we shall at last bring the truth to light in the flickering of voracious flames
bonfires built of your broken bone kindling,
we've exchanged our timid dancing for axes to ensure your downfallen timber
will provide for our party on route to the golden dawning of waking dreams
where the rest is realized, our destined daylight restored refreshing and free wheeling
our identical haircuts blown away in winds of changing gears
we steal back the misappropriated merchandise and learn to stear the vehicle
toward that open road of endless doors to opportunity blessed
we're finally coming home to the house of love unconditional and everlasting
can't you hear us knocking at those gracefully crafted and guilded gates
may they always be unlocked for our long awaited arrival
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