zondag 19 februari 2012
THE TRIPE AND ITS SERVANTS
Religion preaches unity
But only creates segregation
Politicians promise solutions
But are the root of the problem
Television sells us dreams
But daily we walk through the nightmare
Magazines present us artificial perfection
But I know true perfection can be found in the honest heart
Instant fame means nothing
Unless you have the guts to make your hands dirty
True art craves for that
Why do we put our faith in the hands of the visionless?
Whom only mission seems repression and nepotism
When will we rise from the ashes
And decide what’s good for us?
We know what’s good for us
We really do
I gave up voting just as I gave up smoking
Pills and other thrills
Why should I vote for any of those misery makers?
The soul takers?
Squeezing out every ounce of creativity
Who fear a second renaissance
and forcefully hold it back?
Doubt is not the enemy
for doubt can make one bloom
I truly hope the light will once again burn in us
Otherwise it will be brimstone and gloom
Will we survive this lose/lose game?
I’ll tell you shortly after the atomic rains
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