[ Keys Of Disorder ] Poem by Garathe Den

Looking outside
"Color-of-your-skin" riot
Kinda feel inclined
To snicker at the "defiance"
Cannot be denied
Never gonna keep quiet
Rise to vandalize
Watch them turn into that street pirate

Everybody's here
Rage into a tantrum
Rile up the fear
Broken down into an atom
Propaganda smear
Just holding you to ransom
Logic all but disappeared
While violence remains the anthem

Breaking everything
Don't even need a reason
Wishing we could hang
Try hanging me for treason
Swing orangutan
Just looking for an eden
Lighting up the gang
Make this Molotov a beacon

Why everybody mad?
The politician said so
Dogs at the command
/ Bĭch·es / who can let go
Keeping to the brand
Holocaust the ghetto
Suicide at hand
Religion set to explode

Cycle of history
Repetition of the dead
Zombies rampant in the streets
Look to steal their daily bread
Insult set to injury
Abandon hope for hell instead
Impoverished life, a ministry
This story seems to never end

On and on it always goes
Who is gonna stop it?
Uncle Sam, you suppose?
Who sees your death as profit
Another riot has arose
Banking the deposit
The emperor, he has no clothes
If we're all being honest

Will you cease to emulate
Will you break the habit
Can you exist outside of hate
To turn now from your antics
Or will you proceed to operate
As State, megalomaniac
There's no quicker way to subjugate
Then to become the erratic

You wallow like a victim
Yet it's you who chose the torture
Should have refused the system
But you're calling for more "order"
Your faith isn't just a symptom
It's the key of this disorder
But until you let go of fear
All you'll ever see is horror

© GaratheDen
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