Facts fight the lies they chose as their King
Crown adorns the heads that praises sing.
They know not the language of toil
Blind egos blight the level playing soil.
Soulless laughter that deserves no audience
Love they receive can trounce any conscience
The 9 to 5 man shudders at the realization
His precious values are irrelevant in Banana Nation.
Acrid air chokes the lungs and fuels the pocket
This is where the Zombies outrun the prophet.
A news a day to toy with our time
To not be a brown-nose is the crime.
The race is on, the mind is gone
Rats fight the battle; the war long won.
The battered one walk back to the cages
Maps to freedom were on the lost pages.
Ashen faces that fail to justify the end
Do not look for excuse to stab your friend.
Sky accepts defeat, it has nowhere to hide
Cloud smirks, it now knows to take a side.
The lost bird cannot return home
My God seeks a new tomb.
The masks that hid the pretty lies
Endure ignominy as cruelty flies.
The pauper poet tears sheet after sheet
Of ballets on Romeos forlorn on love street.
Destinations merge and lose their address
Anchorless lust for everything survives, nonetheless.
