The National Anathema

The National Anathema

My country is diseased

robs the majority

of liberty

Deprived of thinking skills

 follows the worst of shills

 will always choose to kill
who resists its will

Hitting Bottom

Hitting Bottom

Our culture's like the drunkard

alcoholic run amok

a disconnect from nature

a bottom-feeder, stuck

We should be happy that we've sunk

to the likes of Donald Trump

just hope the hell we've hit bottom

with no way for us but up

I Wish that Were Moby

I wish that I were Moby

while sleeping, while awake

I wish I had his music

to hear its perfect yearning
in the private silence
once alive
in my mind's will

before the lies and damned liars
vying relentlessly stole attention
for zombie imagination
(they breed inside your head)

I wish I heard an anthem

of my own but with a future
to singi while walking
with my violin

safely above living,
 on the broad wings
  of a secret song,

I'd breathe deeply
 in and out, personal beats

  through suffering hatred
and well beyond

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