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By J. Knipp Date: 2003 Apr 03 Comment on this Work [[2003.04.03.20.41.16022]] |
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Call me paranoid; I'd rather say I suffer acute caution. But Don't deny that paranoia lays you low at night Don't shrug off those cold fingers that grip your blanket You act as children pulling the covers over your eyes. When will we come to realize what democracy means? He is not our leader. He is the focal point of collective desires. He is our elected tool wielded with majority will. Realize this... come to see... He is no different than you or me. Freedom is a false pretense An insidious form of control Freedom is a sleeping pill, lulling us. Its effects taken for granted. When one day we come to find that this doctor, this official Is laughing at the placebo he is shoving down our throats. Do not confuse dissent with treason And do not confuse freedom as comfort Do Not Mistake Security For Control. Freedom is only kept with constant vigilance. Control is Power's masturbation. That filtered feeding trough of color and sound With its propaganda flies flitting through hollow heads Turn it off. Look outside. The failure of Democracy rest on the shoulders Of gluttons Of ignorant Of sloth Decry indifference. Decry the unwary. And Realize that we become "tools of our tools" |