Tenuous

First Posted: 02/02/09
Posted by: JMaC

T
heir hold on the faux reality

Tenuous at best
The wicked are in a state of perpetual unrest

What are they fighting for?
Hoarding
Whoring
Killing
Deceiving spying and stealing
These cosmic refugees
Pathological liars
And green-skinned thieves
Wild inside their insatiable greed
How much money and "power" do you need?
They're trapped on a train
Speeding to nowhere
Most of them blissfully unaware
You can't save your nation
You can't save this planet
Not from the summit
Not from the street
And certainly not from the pulpit
It's all an exercise in bullshit and futility
Carelessly wrapped in that fragile coat you call humanity

They want everything
Collecting everything
And yet
They have nothing at all
Bare as the day they first disembarked here

What are they fighting for?
Scraps
Meaningless scraps that's what
Fool's gold  
These
Pompous rats on a sinking world

Their hold on the faux reality
Tenuous at best
The wicked are in a state of perpetual unrest

Tenuous © 2009 Ahkenaton  

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