SLAVES WE ARE

Holy smoking damnation of volcanic gunfire
erupts in peace talking liars passing the buck
with new potatoes and wine.
Providing a world safe for
profits and higher oil prices.
The age old ploy of creating
the incident that provides the
lie and leads to lowered levels of freedom.

"Enslave the bastards."
They're just robots
devoid of spirit to be used
abused and eaten
like well worked meat.

Psychiatric fools,
experimenting
on my mother.

Maudlin music
playing whilst the smell of burning flesh.

What is 3001 dead at once
when twice or thrice are
snuffed on asphalt daily?

Only impact sacrifice needed for
pushing poignant limitations.

What colossal nerve our fathers fed
our minds with false ideas
of freedom, when in truth it says on paper
peoples purpose is
perpetuating God's comfort.

Slaves we are.

Richard Royce (c) 2005

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