Militainment Believing in but never seeing The Heathen, a lesser demon It’s scheming on my soul It’s infrequent but never leaving Ether bleeding out of my pores My spirit leaking Soaked into the Earths rotted core A saddened creature A battered preacher How to die, the radicals teach us Students teaching the teachers And they dying to reach us Why is it that we shackle ourselves Then cry for freedom Metaphorically speaking Our hearts are terminally weakened Infirmaries are full of the lives we have forsaken Mating with injustice and giving birth to complacence Strangle life choke off our health, the end is nascent Worshiped like a calf that is gleaming with gold plating We clothe ourselves with spurious truth Yet we lie naked Corporations feed off the blood Of dying nations The seat of Christ is vacant Siddhartha said time is wasting The sound of one hand clapping Is God getting smacked for faking Jesus told me “Son calm down, you’re talking dangerous” I killed myself So I could come back as Buddha’s patience This world’s a patient In Gods House Of Sick Creations Prescripted with a dose of common sense That we ain’t taking Instead we medicated on war And common hatreds The politicians gore us with words And pretty phrases But really they just corporate whores With pretty faces Money is the root and the plant Is grown in acres Cultivated dug up and eaten by militainment Barnes, Silencio. “Militainment.” Sentiments of the Cerebral. #Political #poetry about #militainment

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