The Dystopia Theme

A new theme to rewrite old chapters
Forbidden fruits chewed and seeds of knowledge spat out
World’s empty stage with its expensive curtains on fire
Someone draws the lines
Someone disguises and divides
Confessing a stranger’s sins in denial
Dogma machine and its visionaries of dystopia
Political wolves sniffing your waning freedom
Snapping at your thoughts and your rights
Everyday is a bloody season with virtuous treason

You must pay for what is free in this age of maddened phobic hysteria
Gods and idols on plastic alters punish us all for their franchised crimes

Children brought up on lies – feigned education systems and structured paradigms
To justify hate, apathy and ignorance while altering fragile minds
Teaching us from birth to judge differences of color
To believe that change comes to those who wait
Isn’t that bullshit? Isn’t that a reflection of a half assed vanity?

Turn the other cheek it’s the same as turning your back
Turn the truth around it’s the same as walking a trampoline blind
Unclench your fists and hold out the peace sign for propaganda
Beggar’s can choose if the hypocrites can
Innocence needn’t be raped – souls aren’t cheap and aren’t for sale
How much are you worth? Have you calculated your value?
The media whores sell and fascinated we swallow
The lion’s children are broken, wounded and hollow

You must pay for what is free in this age of maddened phobic hysteria
Gods and idols on plastic alters punish us all for their franchised crimes

It’s the way of the world
That the rich get richer
And the poor must suffer

It’s the way of the earth
That someone leads and others follow
In the name of lesser evils and fundamental power

A few will die content while a great many will die confused
Spit out your seeds – knowledge is a little overrated

(Suresh 11/3/2009)