Struggling down on bended fractured knee.
Giving in to orders you hate so willingly.
Without hesitation you drink from a poison vial.
Conformity will only lead to desolation.
Watch the heresy breed and grow.
Upon shattered shores the bodies flow.
Festering pain in the root of your core.
Wires fraying every time you pretend to adore.
And while complying you wish to revolt.
Against this organisation that is but an ancient cult.
Built to exert influence and drive agenda all its own.
Those at its head are pretenders on a self made throne!
Siphoning that which is not theirs.
Making out that they truly deeply care.
But to give a damn you have to speak.
Not watch carnage unfold while being all meek.
Cause its easy to spout when there is no danger.
Try again when you’re surrounded by those who are deranged.
Always ready to put torch to skin.
Murdering innocents just for existing.
Split families where divides have been decided.
If this fallacy didn’t exist freedom would be united.
Instead of drowning as it screams for saviour.
Look in the mirror and see this is your behaviour.
Sickened state of gouging out clear eyes.
Terror race that refuses to let the past subside.
Busy reliving events that cannot be changed.
Instead of ensuring that they never come around again!
Simon A Jackson - Writer 