A Little Poetry

SLEEPYHEAD
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The darkest shadow has begun to fall
where sun shone bright and all walked tall.
A creeping disease too slow to see
has infected the lives of you and me.

Under the stones as you rest your weary bones
a parasite crawls and sneaks through our homes.
And who can see by the glare of the TV,
which flickers at just the right frequency?

As horrors untold begin to unfold,
at the edge of perception the fear takes hold.
And so we deny, and embrace the next lie,
warmed by the globe as the people grow cold.

And I tried to explain but a haze filled my brain,
and I couldn't quite say how we got here today.
But then came a man; a man we should cherish.
He knew, and his name was Brian Gerrish.

He was sound as a pound - though my pound hit the ground,
and dwindles away as I watch day by day.
And though all the services can't get their pay,
the banks get bailed out in some magical way.

And war raged on, began by a lie,
though I never heard all the innocent die.
I only saw stars wearing this, doing that.
I only saw stars wearing this, doing that.

As a Common Purpose slipped into place
behind the scenes as if far out in space,
in all of society the leaders were set...
including the ones who aren't leaders yet!

And though they would cheat and steal, that's OK;
all those above us can have their own way.
The laws and the statutes are only for slaves;
a legal fiction from cradle to grave.

My words could go on and on and on
and on and on and on and on...
But too much is wrong to write in a song.
I've already spoken for far too long.

I just ask that you hear and not wait another year,
or for some dark date when it's far too late.
I ask that you look in the history book...
It's happened before; it will happen once more.

And if it's not clear with your finger in your ear,
or safe with your beer to give you your cheer,
you need to wake up and put down your cup.

YOU NEED TO WAKE UP!




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CONSPIRACY FAIRIES
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A cry never heeded: Unity is needed.
All that is tall will fall with this call.

But none ever hear, if you scream year by year.
They do nothing but speak, growing ever more weak,
while the enemy roars, and the truth-teller bores.

The dictators creep while the wakened ones sleep;
an illusion so deep.

I long for the mission. Will any ever listen?
A strong horn and tooth says, "We know the truth."
But that means nought; it's only a thought.

The dream will come true when we choose to DO!


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