吉他社

The Rising Tide of Oblivion

Hibernating Reason

You are a threat to the world
to its inregrity, to its dynamics
with a conscience on stand-by
and a servile need to bow

A puppet of politics you are
enmeshed in the all consuming web of power
you are the subtle voice of others

Predictions are lies
deceive and misguide
your eye for an eye
has left you blind

Reinventing black and white
division of of good and bad
the language of social regression
the right cure for a wounded civilization?

What have you done to bring peace?
You have isolated your country

These erected walls of pride are defense

Blind, false and numb

I don't envy you,
your burden must be a bell of course
protagonist of the theater of the absurd