Opiate Gift
by Teetea
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Crafty to a catnip had we stalked
To the same cabal and their clowns
All our votes to the treasured deck
As we gathered for their opiate gift.
~
A few handshakes of rice and bills
We gave out our powers in present
past
And for a dinner at dead men’s
square
We sundered our future to worst
of them.
~
Where you find each and everyone
Years a bum and now a knight-
Cruising in and out our naked
fronts
Draining the pipes that line our
lands
Into their private, oil wells.
~
A hundred years of wretch and
yawn
Such is the journey of our giant
state
Where the sun has set the plebeian
lord
Against the darkness of his own
hearts.
~
Now every life measures a blank
spot
As the aimless wandering of mad
men
What of the promise of the grand
high jump
To a fairer house than living hell?
~
We fumble and wobble through
ages gone
A human herd to the slaughter
house
All heart is with power gone and
lost
Save this bitter pill – a pill
alone:
That you never again may jump at
will
Blind upon an opiate gift.
