Image is by antitude.
On February 02, 2010 © Stani. All rights reserved
sailing on cloud cuckoo
thinking about all they
have sold us in the past
the lies, the heartbreaks.
come to me all who are weary!
repressed, terrorized, left shaken
sold an idea that has left us
behind, drifting away in their tide of silt.
what an opium!
all that is left is the high
that has held us captive
blinded with false promises of utopia.
those we opened our doors, our hearts to
all they took from us, our sanity
what they left us with
imbecilic cretins with no sense of morality.
time and tide awaits us not
wake up from the high of falsehood
raise your heads up from the sand
face the reality that stares you in the face.