Vii The Fraudulent

Liars,How far is far enough?When will you stop this?Just when is your work done?Who do you think you are?Children,Playing dress-up with dad's guns?Shouting ordersFrom bitter blackened lungs-The grandest drunken brawl-The talking heads will praise your valor.The crimson gore of the martyrBathed in the light of the sunA monolith forged in firePraised by poisoned tongues.The sheep, when led to the slaughter,Despite their urges to run,Must heed the calls of their shepherds Until there are none. Liars.Vultures,Cowards in the sky,Are now descendingOn the bones of what has died.Their mothers must be so proudOf themFor doing just as they were told,Spending their lifetimeBeing bought and sold.I'll see your Ruby Ridge,And I will raise you one Jonestown.A battle less cloak and dagger,And much better publicized.The towering weight of a nation,It's better not to fight. Liars.It's haunting to think that our hands are what built this thing before our eyes,But rest assured it is real and it will not stop until it controls our lives.