A Product Of State Manufacturing Poem by Paul Latham

Deep and dark inside my head,
Devouring up what I said,
Why do we speak, before we think?
It’s easy to sink, into the brink,
The brink of self-condemnation of all we consider.

My mind, my warped inside,
Searching and wanting, eager to be outside,
For all the see its true beauty,
To make them think about the lie we might be.

Wrapped up and constrained by the State,
They alone left to decide our fate,
Media lies, truth always hides,
But I’ll speak my mind, right till I die.