Are there voices loud enough
to break this stubborn silence?
Are there words to overcome
this inarticulate violence?
Will the flames of power games
occlude these azure skies
Over subterranean, cowering heads
filled up with corporate lies?
Will these unconscious astral maps
ever help us fly away
While this collective docile herd
continues to hold sway?
No one wants to be a part
of this diabolic deal
But everyone knows
just how they’re meant to feel
Perhaps the Left and Right
are not the only choices
When all you hear from dawn to dawn
are these corrupted voices
Lift up the books collecting dust
in forgotten warehouse corners
Sweep your keys for electronic rust
And employ as thought-transformers