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Distand voiceS
Contributed by
01_zanzebar
on
Wednesday, 30th June 2004 @ 06:56:39 AM in AEST
Topic:
political
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Distant Voices,
They Aren't For The Good,
They Are The Sirens,
Admits the great waves
Our Great ships are mercilessly tossed
Pounding our hearts again and again
And Love Will Be The Rocks,
Or The Light-Post
The warriors have all left the scene
The theatre of war has no more performances
But the encore will be undoubtedly soon
The hammocks lay occupied
The arms now lay folded
The minds now nestle themselves
With the morbid lies of the victors
The market now lays bare
The carpets and linins, which were once vibrant
Are now mono-tone and life-less
The seamstress is now poor
And their materials are now worthless
The grandeur of the hype
Has left the wake even greater
Old skies come over the heads of grandmothers
The rain that refused to fall that once great time
Now sheds its flood upon the unholy
Cleansing the fair and normal
Yet the ones who are evil upon this land
Stand high and dry, in the mansion and the tower
Ever observant of those who try to overthrow them
Terrible times now beckon their terrible measures
Seen from afar they arent going to leave
Seen from the face, they know youre as good as dead
They wear a mask
This mask
Is of a daemon
This daemon is tinted green
And is smothered in ink lines
And watermark eyes
Bearing down with their wealthy stare of opulence
To the poor, of the under-belly of society
The lands that was once debated between humble farmers
Is now argued by great powers
The corn of this land is ablaze
And the mouths it fed are hungry
And the arms that cultivated it are weak from under-use
This reality was once fiction or bad gesture
Now those who condemned and mocked its occurrence
Manage what we eat and drink
As they are yet to die
Wrestling with the hands that govern time
This clock once proud in the town centre
Now lays in ruin, after the city fighting that surrendered it
The maintenance engineer is now dead
He fought at the front lines
For what the politicians propagated the grandness of his country
He is the lower and middle class
The ones who pay for the time
But yet there are the ones who foot the death bill
Their fathers and brothers lay in coffins side-by-side
The mourning brides, wives and daughters now look to the sky
But all that falls is acid rain from on high
Swelling their hearts with dread
Running all sense of happiness asunder
This is mealy the pain of the shower of spilt blood
Of the on-coming monsoon of sorrow
This is the reality of life
For those conquered for no reason
For the politicians, grain and water heed no call
There are merely objects of wealth
Something with the value of a tax
These are the things they consider wealth
These are also the things the common
Starving
Unhappy
Dying
Man
Consider truth of life
A rule
Or a law
That is
Without a question
Packed with a whole baton of lies
Wielded by the secret police
A
Truncheon made from paper
Wrote on by the feather
But as powerful as a sword
Thankyou for reading
Copyright ©
01_zanzebar
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Re: Distand voiceS
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by lovingcritters on
Tuesday, 6th July 2004 @ 02:10:19 AM AEST
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Powerful and very profound indeed!
I just read where 800 young men and woman have lost their lives so far, and that in one hour that is how many were lost at Normandy! Good God in Heaven......What for? I ask? What for?
When will all this stop? Please let it be soon!
Your writings are marvelous! I will get back to your latest tomorrow........Keep them coming........they make us all think?????Hopefully,
Love
ConSue
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