political poem, Pull Threads Until it Unravels Options

[sikdragon]

Pull Threads Until it Unravels

dirty decietful and down right lost-
it's a beloved, concieted, belated and tossed-
battered torn and beaten beyond recognition-
the delivered carcass of incognition has-
a memory of certain decisions which have-
been made unbeknown to the seeker of the throne-
a trivial matter, no matter, the latter will keep him below-

his attempted assassination, his deludedly failed coup-
his payment to the grassy nole, his benevolent suit-
which permission will listen to this single blood shot eye's glisten-
ing ring of tendencies to bring the thing that's in need-
the feat of deciet, the labored heat, the need to breathe-
it's perseverance with no backstory, no coverage-
the down played truth of suffrage, the leverage-
placed over the head of never ridge, the stitch-
that holds this peace together is beginning to wear-
short, it's pulling forth in an unorthodox support-
the sort of which has kept the tension through distort-
ing of the fiends of the tv screen that bleed-
the offices dry of any dignity for the sake of the press-
and to the public they could care less-

the passion of the death seeking truth-
the deafening cry of the uneducated youth-
the hot-headed independance brings-
both tears and songs that freedom rings-
there has to be an end to this street-
of bloody tainted concrete, where-
we wear out our morals and toss them aside-
there must be new aires to put on astride-
the kind of gowns and tunics that can cover up our lies-
the kind that can replace what's lost and fill up our lives-