Nothing’s ever been so present,

Torture’s never been so pleasant.

Resonating hesitation,

Through out the empty cages.

Hungry for a humble leader,

Aching for a spirit feeder.

The people’s keeper rages deeper.

We struggle through his maze.

Profound melodic phases,

Graze the lost sedated faces,

In attempt to reach the places,

That embrace the unrestrained.

Too many will remain in shackles.

Emitting ignorance in cackles.

These fundamental questions tackled,

Outside their safety range.

Fading dedications,

Braiding intricate creations,

Bring coherent concentration,

To a crumbling foundation.

The empty instigation hides in every TV. station.

So I seek some liberation,

In extinguishing filtration.

A darkness sparking market tucks your children into bed.

And fear and paranoia gently kiss them on the head.

Truth illuminates a life that does not gorge on dread.

And lately I have not been quite so anxious to be fed.