A filtered land
Trapped in societal quicksand
Body-snatchers in high demand
A simple soliloquy
Man versus machine
People climbing to higher the mean
Closer and closer
They reach for the green
Wondering when is it time to grieve
When am I up to tee
When will we drop them to their knees
When did the past kings
Realize the venom of greed
Sowing a deadly seed
The seed of many a false prophets
Their seers blinded with
Translucent after-trails
Of blue and green
Reddened eyes
From lessened sleep
Folding the red, white and blue
With the twenty-one gun solute
Simplified soldiers
Standing by with battle armor
Waiting for the red phone to ring
Trying to find answers through more than just Bing
The laying of the golden egg
The fee fie foe of a short lived jet lag
Sleeping down the runway
Fighting with the mocking jay
Pledging to the cause
Licking his wounds
In the corner of the walls
Stepping in and out of bounds
Placing the bones in the grounds
Awaiting for what resounds
Waiting for the bass to drop
Waiting for cultivated fear crop
Hearing sirens sing their tune
And sail into a rocky core
And lose yourself score by score
Find yourself a sunken ship
And make it sail once more
Apply to your shoulder a chip
And leave it there forever more
A game of operation
Nations being tweezed out
Nation by nation
And station by station
We fill up the tank
Yet leaving completely blank
The oceans call a peaceful tune
The seas have a salty bloom
And the water I once walked on
Is now dried up
And flooded out
The clocks fell hard
Even the trees
Rationed their leaves
Incoherent branches
Yet cognitive roots
Infiltrated vines
Single file chaos
Walking in black and white
While he stands in the grey
He says
Living is simple
But surviving's the key
Living is easy
But it won't be on me
Intestinal fortitude
The twenty first gun man
Receives a twenty gun solute
His portrait hung
Finally melody sung
Confusion confused
Made into clarity
Finally we can see
Our stains have been bleached
Colors inverted
Portraits taken down
Paint splattered
Film rolled
Shutter opened
Camera rolling
Storm brewing
Newscaster screaming
"Ship sunken
By sirens song"
Whilst the twenty-one guns
Pledge to the funds
Of a lost generation
Stuck in this world
Station by station
Malleable sand
In an unfiltered land
No longer trapped
But now wrapped
In making
Non-filtered comments
And forearms bearing
Radio blaring
Soliloquy suspended
Government pension
Cognitive culture
Growing in a petri dish
Examined through
Toy microscopes
Broken telescopes
And averted eyes
Morphed mannerisms
Molded masks
And early elders
Receiving education
Through interplanetary
Mental plantations
Affirmed affirmation
Esteemed estates
And broken bones
A decrepit household
Maintains a home
The curve of the land
A bowl full of stars
Scoop up the moon
With a cloud made spoon
Choke up the throttle
Break the filtered bottle
Keep all their wrongs
To rewrite their songs
Lose what's right
And keep false rights
Show for ratings
And lose innocence
By watching a show
Corporations control
Stations take siege
Business bobbleheads
Climbing to higher the mean
Closer and closer
They reach for the green