In the crystal fires red eyes gleam <br />Behold the archeitects of the system <br />Building with the stones of institution <br />They build the pyrimds of control <br /> <br />Obeying the waves of invisible hands <br />They repeat the unspoken words <br />Talking in circles they dizzy themselves <br />Writting the language of the fools <br /> <br />Wrapping their tongues around the lie <br />They speak the language made to control <br />The myth of authority transforms to reality <br />The people surrender their will <br /> <br />They have forgotten the piper is only an illusion <br />Playing the songs that lead them <br />From The flute of ignorant music <br />They hear the lullaby in their minds <br /> <br />They are afraid to awake the sleeper <br />Whose dreaming up this world <br />Afraid to see the pyrimd <br />They reinforce its walls <br /> <br />They see the structure as a burden <br />And depend upon its false security <br />Bathing in the filth of imagined protection <br />Forever staind with the mark of ignorance<br /><br />Darryl (Daristotle) McMillan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-governmental-construction/
