This throne holds no hope
It’ll choke on gold ‘till broke
A static manic frantic addicts havoc
Systematically
Tear down the thinking man for he thinks too much
Due rush for too hush on lush lust doesn’t’ do much
Tear down Mona for she half smiles too much
Sooth touch the child in denial stand no trial or handcuffs
Yet birds in the air sing angry despair and the guns fire up at the sky
Shoot first, no questions
Blame the suit when in truth is he who blames who’s guilty in truth
But the brain is confusing and powerful too
And a mirror tells the story we allow for it to
Destroy the structure
Accuse another
The way of the Oracle

Lynching with a diamond necklace
The trap is reckless
Senseless we’re washed to wreck shit
Tested and tossed
Silver tails getting no head
Failsafe implanted under our skin
The trip wire will set fire to the cage
Admired blaze by tied suits with no faces
Gasoline trails to oil spills
Fabled radioactivity but missing places
Hesitating
We’re a hop away and won’t skip a beat
Scared to miss the song
The rhythm is what’s wrong
Words won’t speak and we expect them to stay put beneath our feet
And ask to be heard
How absurd
We’ve been programmed all along

...are unable to contain the monsters of their ancestors

Owners of the people pen
Wicked, wicked men
Stricken ‘till the end

Is this shit meant to end?
It cycles but has yet to spend
Tightropes barely hold a man and...

Launched wars make toppled towers.
And the crown is hidden beneath a starred flag.
Throne behind a black tie.
The Immortalized power pays the way.
One stop shopping, black building.
Fun toys for tax.
Stolen goods feed the medicated many.
Funding is funneled to launching wars and topple towers.

From a red country white wings fly over the blue sea
Hungry to get stronger mechanical birds explode
Toss the whole egg carton, one is spoiled
Tell the meal back home it’s to keep them safe

We wander staring down at each other’s faces in our grips
Polite contact made of plastic
Yet, nature has been webbed and netted
Woven in such a way that its original form is no longer distinguishable
Outraged trees burn oxygen and perspective looks elsewhere
Recycle

...by prison bar streets with weaponized infant car seats. And this all happen last week. The future seems quite bleak.

A 40, a blunt, bitches, a fatherless child. A badged crooked blue suit with a slanted smile, gun to the back of the head of a deadbeat teen, nearly a child.

Black lightning invisible against the dark night. Sky scrapers grin down at the prisons they supervise. High steaks and red eyes, high eyes and red steaks are the prize.

Diminish where the finish line is and listen for the crimes hissing by. Whispers hidden in plain sight pissing on the little guy. Whizzing rounds...