Columbia weeps as Dike sinks00:19 Jul 24 2024
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Watch as the clock resets again,
Watch as it starts to chime,
Hear from lips of muse these our sin,
From founders mouths the rhyme...
Athena stands tall as riot punches through,
A demi god put up to stage,
On two mountains the peoples bout,
On idolatry brings fourth the rage,
See through the haze the scales have tipped,
Swinging down the blindfold slips,
For justice is held no longer blind,
Held to belief in idol who kicks out the wisdom as he rips,
No authority is sung from the upper crust and not the folk mind,
Greed will topple just as before and worse the world will quake fires stoked,
As the winds grow warm and debris seals the sky,
The common man might wake,
But too late the game of different minds back to theological lie,
We were asleep at the wheel on autopilot we now fly...
The serfs now given jobs instead of plots,
Keep putting money in the banks,
For the perish held the coin before and gobbled up land and goods in pots,
While the crusader brave was far away dieing they swallow the ranks,
What happened to the family at home,
Defenseless without Rosey they roam,
They got thrown in the streets,
And when hands ask for help come only promises of sweets,
And crypto the new Templar move will be swallowed by false law,
As treasure island steals the middle and rips food from jaws,
The wemon got their rights stripped not even allowed free grace,
And a precident of long argument gets thrown away in their face,
And for business we erect AI god...
With lords of estates we make cults on TV,
While drivers pee in bottles and warehouses are stock full with no extra pay,
Even your death they get paid...
The company store reserects in modern day,
As for military we create its deathly model AI will lead the next wave,
The tin man sits psychopathic...
Yet in ancient mind the wemon had to hold the knowledge at play,
Why they were the emblems of democracy set in high office to stay,
For if the conquerer comes and slays your men upon the fields,
Then the blending of your ideas can preserve Athena's reflecting shield,
Then only through the ravaged girls your culture lived on,
And understand that one pagan God ripped all the others to the ground and robbed the temples,
And Sainted the fallen anoiting angels and devils by power crowned...
So scared of the ladies who sang the mysterious orgin of culture they stole from then bound,
Yet founding fathers reinstated with the powahatons wisdom intertwined...
So ask why popes and kings feared free thought,
Why they wanted to control bodies,
Why only allowing certain ideas,
Because we are the hands returning to noon,
Not different arguments allowed to flow,
No through one man the ship must be steered,
A joke as he does nothing but claims the efforts to grow,
And robs the rites of mystery and from rebirth lies bestow,
The final power to eliminate the elite from competition to single power,
Interesting the churches just like the banks are saved in the doomed hours...
No from the many the people thrive,
From the few we are robbed blind,
Columbia's doors were burst open yet we do not defend her modesty...
Dike's scales sank down unleveled by an act of controlling pride...
And Athena sat weeping knowing that if no compromise is met then the freedom and liberty will die...
A compromise that must let an individual not the ruling belief decide...
For tyrants are loved by the military,
Tyrants say they create the greatest empire ever seen,
And tyrants promise the people golden dreams,
Interesting that's all that gets talked about by both sides to me...
A cowardly lion returns their own interest not the people posted online to see...
Two dualistic forces with cult following by one,
Will clash as the people in the middle weep under hot sun...
The farmers grow old and too expensive to buy in,
Unless science and regeneration help let the common man in...
The scarecrow stands with empty pockets not mind...
Democracy or Republic demand the people's voice,
Wondering if we have either if from corrupted wealth on both comes choice...
Just like pharmakos a criminal will be the king of fools but elected not removed,
While the other cannot argue back also corrupt he drools,
And again not a lady of justice no another lady of self gain...
So where are all the men and wemon to stand up for the middle and low,
Just like old times their pocket books too empty to show up to the show...
The clock strikes noon and the bells chime,
As they put the woman who persecuted the common man against the devils eye,
When will the clocks cookoo bird bring wisdom from inside...
Alas new cult, new leader, same story of all time...
Will it be the Shepard king or Judgemental Queen the people simply cry...
James Madison and Thomas Jefferson weep foreign wars and loss of common voice...
Please bring back sweet Columbia's kind, allied, understanding, and musical voice...
With Loches dream to allow individuals grounds for open choice...
And seperate the money, the religions, and warmonger elites from a beloved country of states...
We have more then ever before yet are swallowing our own people....
Dorothy sits with todo going to the wizard to beat the witch,
He was gone only the machine remained still spewing flames recording names and once again no help from it,
The witch laughed as they point to inflation of decades past obvious her fallen sister,
Yet Greenspan and his flock would say that's a accounting blister,
Greed pointed her broom and monkeys consumed in the tower the hourclass bleeds,
And Dorothy realizes that this time the water is gone,
Common sense has left the scene,
The scarecrow splits at the seams as oil fills his eyes to pay for his empty jeans,
The tin man's gone to space and makes his future machines while inside his heart sit rowing folk and wailing foreign screams,
While not rust but war blows apart his seams,
And that lions place fought for so hard can end up in two ways,
Back to the crowned angry tyrant putting his opposition down as the ship sways,
Or to the cowardly convenient lady who smiles reassuring as the ship shakes,
For the position is only held by those who pay,
Dorothy has no friends to rescue as between each the green lady has sway,
And poisoned, sleeping, sick, and lost Dorothy is again hidden away...
Columbia sits in Hypnos's field dreaming,
Or locked in ivory tower sand counting down screaming,
And the golden road was ripped apart to build a convience store,
Where the people end up working degrees in hand and loans tearing down house doors,
The death from stress and apathy funnels the dreaming fields,
Good thing the owners of their workers took out the policy for their deaths,
And created sold and handed them the pills with a reassuring breath,
But I'm sure on TV we will see no one is concerned about average people...
Dorothy can't come home if you fixate on who will get her....
And like the ride of freedom of people,
The bill of rites and helping hand to labor,
Let's bring back a dream that brings meat to the middle,
Let's bring back opertunity to rise from the low,
And not be held down by debt but innovate a beautiful new world...
Sean Stutzman
COMMENTS
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Cadrewolf2
10:50 Jul 31 2024
excellent