To live in a lie and in it totally wrapped
believing deceit, just a drone, as an ant
a soldier that can't even control where he stands
convinced of his freedom but what he holds in his hands
was never his to own, all was grown of the land
led by the reigns of the throne and its brand
and with it fed they the flames and its smoldering fanned
Twisting the truth within the vision of youth
a mission uncouth toward division and feuds
feeding a system upheld by prisons and fuel
its ligaments spool and trap within them the fool
that knows not his place but lives willing their tool.
Words could not match his wrath nor his rage
if he learned that he's been trapped as a rat in a cage
his captors: The State, while his stature deflates
from fabricated debates he's left exasperated, debased
serving swill and cancer with words so blatantly fake
as he watches Demagogues fight just as Gladiators in plate.
His pain is expressed like a chain in a vest
bleeding from the wound as though a blade through his chest
he stares at the stars as he paces, so stressed
overwhelmed by the reality, he lays at the edge
enraged and possessed mind in frays and distressed
he leaps from on high to the sidewalk below
falling faster and faster to his paved grave and his death.
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