Asleep in the Ashes
In a section of the city seldom seen by the scene Sectioned off from the world of intellectual educated affluence People live lives and people die, beautiful lives, meaningful deaths Leaving behind a wealth of evidence initials on a sidewalk A broken baby carriage, spent shells and pink barrettes Arranged in the dirt with chunks of cement, a collage of sights that nobody sees A barrage of sounds too loud to hear, a cycle of despondent generations surrounded by depressing scenes on desolate streets Crack whores, liquor stores, boarded up doors Where Minds Can't Grow And children don't know there's more, shards of glass smashed to sand in the pavement Blowing in the diesel wind of a yellow bus bound for a haven of corruption and mistrust Paint chips, red rust, and a failing system teaches the youth that there's not enough money And a failing system can't trick the youth into thinking that its working Wealthy racists keep the schools from educating youth Poverty is violence, ghettos are the proof A kid gets jumped on the way to school, he shows up ten minutes late The principal gives him a lecture about the importance of education The kid says "My mother's in a coma, my dad is gone, my brothers got shot, and they all went to your fucking school!" He gets up, runs down the hall, walks out the door, turns around and says "Fuck you!" "Now its payback time." He's looking for the kids who jumped him Another angry youth in the street....
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025
Crushing everything in sight, the invaders begin their bloody onslaught They scratch and scrape and cut and pick at the ground, the trees, the rocks, the streams, and every living thing Poking holes in the dirt, drilling and extracting, sending microscopic dragons up to burn holes in the sky Brutish machines, all hard lines and heavy with technological baggage, flatten the mountains and block the rivers Killing seems to be synonymous with existence to these invaders Without mercy they spill the blood of anyone they see as a threat And slaughter just about everyone and everything else Just in case A confused and childish bunch, these stupid fools don't fall in line with their natural surroundings They try to manipulate nature To fit their needs, fit their plan They build straight up while trees branch outward They dig straight canals while rivers meander They pour hard concrete on the cool soft soil They pump oil to the surface while underground it has a purpose Level the forest to live in a box Fences, walls, and doors with locks 'Cause the fools don't even trust each other No tribal mentality No sisters, no brothers Their lives are full of lies and deceit You can see it on their faces No inner peace, such anger and tension Treacherous villains full of hate and agression Worst of all, they seem to think That what they're doing really matters
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025
The discussants on the panel have all the answers and all the questions The discussants force the issues, leaving no question left unbegged, no stomach left unchurned Let that acid burn, burn, burn... Burn a hole straight through let them see what questioning has done for you The discussants lie in bed and twitch, discussions leak from their parted lips They dream they're a wave that lies to the shore, they roll over, snore, and lie some more When they're done lying down, they get up and fly, and their discussions shoot across the sky From state to state and station to station, they're playing hardball, defacing the nation Through channels and airwaves they get in your head, making you think that you thought what they said And you see them again, nodding heads, wearing ties, gesticulating and animated Professional discussers through and through, they'll discuss a hole in you They disgust you over dinner as they fill you with discussed issues skirted by a curtain of lies Which washes away with the tide, leaving the shoreline exposed And the questions pile up like driftwood, old and withered Once towering in height, now hollow and light, beaten, battered, and scattered And you realize what questioning has done for you You've never had a question answered, always had your answers questioned Never had a chance to ask a question your way, never had your say... And a question has never increased your pay. Never. Question.
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025
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My God is dead My Goddess is dead Infected with deceit, rabid and sadistic Resisting our potential, self-loathing, schizophrenic Unworthy, lowly, filthy, diseased, materialistic Our God is dead He's turned his back on us Our Goddess is dead She had no faith in us, she has no use for us Orphaned we pray for an afterlife Abusers - While we make the life we have Building - Towers to house our giant egos Erasing - Ideals and heroes Losing - Our ability to function naturally Unaware that our time's up In denial of our own death Running through the dark, we convince ourselves it's light We laugh and carry on, while all day long it's night Deserted and forsaken, our hope's a flimsy veil Our existence is cosmetic, our lives are all for sale Eternal guilt and infinite regret Our sentence is a mirror, and we deserve it Leave a hole in the side of the coffin So you can reach out and drive the last nail And as the dirt gets piled on, rest assured in peace Cause your check's in the mail We are deserted We are abandoned Dead
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025
Traveling across a vast expanse Long canoes and handmade rafts Navigational skills unsurpassed The first to walk upon the golden sands A thousand years, perhaps a thousand more Island dwellers for centuries form A union with the sky, sea, and land Their history taught with legends and chants One fateful day an usual sight On the horizon, exotic ships Tall masts with colorful flags God-like figures with tri-cornered hats Bedraggled sailors from an unknown place Pale faces with mischievous eyes Cast their gaze upon a glorious prize Landfall is made and the captain steps down From this day life is never the same For the settlers of the island chain Haole came and Haole took So the islanders kill captain cook So begins the sad and steady decline Of a people from a simpler time... More and more and more outsiders come in From every corner of the Earth And everyone wants to educate And show the primitives the modern times Christianize, industrialize, imperialize, and the natives confusion and disillusion Leads to their diffusion and their demise.... Pulled all direction for 200 years The last of the monarchies falls... Polluted city sprawls across the southern rim Rush hour has the buses stuck in traffic again A man stumbles, children pointing at him He's not conditioned for a world this grim His eyes are burning like two tiny suns He wonders what happened to his paradise He holds a bottle and stares at the street Cup full of coins is sitting at his feet His family camps illegally in parks Shantytowns of tents, trailers, and tarps Their legacy is now a tourist hell Tiki torches burn outside of the mall KAUMAHA...
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025