[ Marveled ] Poem by Garathe Den

The best part of my life
Is that I never needed audience
Didn't need attention
Didn't need approval to gain confidence
Just sitting within silence
No need of an expedience
No pressures from the status quo
To meet their efforts of obedience

But it wasn't always easy
Indoctrination ain't a gentle kiss
Doubt would flood my mind
And with doubt it is hard to resist
The berate of second-guessing
Internally held within conflict
But my mind was clear to contemplate
And I wouldn't submit

Not an ounce of me is popular
The populations pending
You never know the course of life
Which they will be descending
Yet I guess I never cared much
There's no need to be pretending
So divided from the herd of man
Because I'm unrelenting

Walking now, over the graves
Stirring through the ashes
A witness to all of the lives
The sacrificial masses
Ruled through men's religions
Reduced into a ration
Death the counterbalance
To the cult of hatred's passion

In my surroundings I like solitude
Repulsed against dramatics
So I never watch the news
Propaganda, fear and panic
I'm so tired of the common man
Who worship a State of havoc
For I'm a; hear no, see no, speak no evil
Hopeful-type romantic

Fear never ruled over me
And neither does submission
For when politics rule the world
It becomes void of wisdom
And I don't seek the foolish man
And ask of his permission
And I don't look at the views of man
As anything but religion

Plagued throughout the centuries
Despite emancipation
They have cast their hope into a fault
And embraced indoctrination
Always trapped within the box
Populous turned congregation
They are a herd no longer human
Blind to their incarceration

Every step towards freedom
Is a movement that leaves them startled
They are so afraid of myth
They have submitted to be marshaled
So dependent on the State
To be ruled and reigned and parceled
That their lives have become vacant
Because of what they fear to marvel

© Garathe Den
© HeartOfBabel