Wherefrom the political curtains hang - plans are made to do more harm
Youth of all ages and adults took away - from humanity - the darkened hand's farm
Some will be cut up and eaten, whilst others for their blood are bled
Some will be raised or reprogrammed with sound - those who can't are left for dead
Whilst others serve as sex-slaves, to the p*dophile queens and kings
Whom govern the openings and closings of when that political curtain swings
"Yet we cannot be held responsible for what we do not know!" - you'd say
Scoff at me I scoff at you - Others say they did something - they prayed

If only that were actually, really, truly enough: Yet, it is in the minds of the prey
No action more no more action needed - let's all bury our heads p-prayerfully in the sand
Let's find a game or watch a movie - Let's pretend we did the best we can
So while you travel the roads of Liberty in any Country's town
Tell me who plays the part better - You, or the Circus Clown?

"Then what" - You'd say - "What can we even do if what you say is the truth!?"
Just a fool in a Sea of fools - if you look to me - For I was one of those Youth
Mine fate be sealed upon these lines - for the predators must surely die
The path myself I plan to take - You would detest to the ends it leads
For I am awakened to a better sleep - I'll ignore their pleads, why Lie?
I've nothing to gain for telling you this - the mark upon me not placed
I wield no influence of graven haste or sounds of some unrung bell
To you and many others, I'm nothing here - just a rhymer of a poetic hell

Yet in the soon end when the poem's done - back to the gauntlet you'll go
And the footprints I left will soon be gone - just as they do in the snow
My song is sung and twas sung the many - in times before - other lines and page
You'd dare to scoff, snitch, or speak of ill reason - for their death you'd surely rage
Tis not I entranced, a blind sheep for some shephard, a puppet for liberty: to sing
Twas once the Lion with the Lamb and not the Wolf: when doves were a sign of purity
Now the symbol of the milk of youth taken - against their will - yet you canst see
For you hath been sheltered greatly - neath the guise of the media's flare
Claiming to know not what to do - whilst you remain trained: addicted to sitting there
Whilst doing nothing to stop the suffering - the truth's unwanted - the ring of a sting
And you call yourself the fighter - or a warrior for what is right - yeah right!

Yet you know the plight of those who suffer - You know the hell that they go through
Not enough, you could do more - yet you dare not lose your comforts - who would? Not you!
For as the masses blinded, you'd rather pretend - everyone else to blame - not you!
Do you know of someone who hungers for acceptance and love or someone without a home
To not ease but completely end their suffering - living in this Terrarium the Dome
And what have you done to go beyond the blind-normal - ending it once and for all
Depriving no one of what you'd have for yourself - Suffering no more from lack
And you will soon see the enemy's not me - as to your heart once again you'd fall
Too late for you - if unto others - If you've made the habit of turning your back
With heads in the sand - pretending in prayer - to answer to some unheard call

So when the swords unsheathed and the heads removed, and bullets fly in the night
And the caretakers of this stage for the play are found dead come morning light
Do not say one complaining word for you know you had your chance
You didn't do enough for the something of those - due to your selfish stance
Yet if it hits too close to home and the ones found dead is a loved one you held dear
Will you blame the One you pray to - will you have perfect love - or fear