Evoking sentiments of resentment

Are those at the microphones

Those who spew loose venom

like the viscous cobras

 

Plaguing mankind with contentment

Turning them all into drones

Spilling our blood into chasms

While we lay back comatose

 

Some gladly swallow all their poison

Sweet and satisfying at first it is

But once digestested the effects set in

They’re frozen now, devoid of will to live

 

Respecting not themselves

Their hearts grow weak and cold

They disown their blame, and thereby rebel

This is the curse repeated by the old

 

They are physically weak

And clamor for control

Treating the youth as meek

They auction off their souls

 

They are in fact the one’s submissive

Already possessed

They despise freedom

And cheat in every contest

 

They lie and they deceive

In truth they do not believe

Equating things with which they disagree

To violence of the first degree

 

Resist the nihilists

Those defilers of life and reality

Their hatred may not persist

Soar above the chaos and slay Apepi

15 June 2017