Conspiracy ( For “ You ” The Roman Mob )
Conspiracy
Laugh it off
Discount all the rumours you’ve heard about
Conspiracy
Of global proportion
But don’t worry
Go back to sleep
It’s not your concern
Overlord in secrecy
The small and normal lives we lead
Governed and controlled
In slavery
But do you see
Go back to sleep
Go back to sleep
Conspiracy
The control of money
By our greed feeds their larger greed
Laugh it off
But way down deep in your heart
You know there is something wrong with the world
Feed
Come to the scrabbling bowl
Of all the worlds wealth
And dine on those scraps we are so begrudgingly tossed
And feel
Feel in safe secure comfort
All the poverty, starvation and woes of the ( ordinary ) world
Conspiracy
Of control
Mind washed and zombified
Simplified
To the attainment
Of a more luxurious life
Without question
But with denial
Of all that is human
About ourselves
Conspiracy
Of digital and celluloid propaganda
When a poor Russian
Does not think
There is a poor America
And life is a fleeting attainment of enjoyment
A mere thing bought by money
And sold by your body
Conspiracy
Of governments
Conspiracy
Of Federal and World Banks
Conspiracy of selective education
And street wars
And illegally sold weapons
Conspiracy of slaves who fight between them
And never look to the chains that bind them
All
The small and the insignificant
Is designed for our own entrapment
The welter and plethora of shiny new objects
Electrical fashion
Spoon-fed to you by the need to have need of adverts
Gives your life and your world
A meaning
Consumer
Eat and devour, while the years of your life
Hang in the waste
Of all the potential we all could have been
But never once seen
Beyond the mediocre description
Of money
Each and everyone of us knows
Way down deep in our hearts and souls
That there is something very wrong here
But buy up
Suffer not
Even though the suffering on Earth
Weighs hard against this pocket of wealth
In this western ideology
Of entertainment
Yes; Entertainment
Is what we prescribe to and aspire to
What we desire and seek
With all the passions mustered
To what we sell our lives to
No more than the vacuous blood let
We watch and are entertained
By the Gladiatorial
The sacrifice of others
So we can live in comfort
The blood in the arena
Of our televisions and films
Conspiracy
To keep us
By Caesars will
Enslaved
( This is Rome, by another name. The edifice of civilisation
( Has not changed, merely grown.
( The sands of the Arena, the entertainment of death.
( Still feeds our need as proof of life.
( We are entertained, aren’t we, entertained, oh how wonderfully we are
( entertained.
( By the Gladiatorial blood of our own slavery
( Conspiracy
( Mob of the Latin Rome
( Mob of histories couldn’t careless
( We never look beyond the politics, of placating ourselves
( Our gut is filled, while the person next to us dies, for lack of food
( But video game and game boy violence
( All the selective a de-selective accoutrements
( Cover the conspiracy and sand of blood
( We are after all
( So progressed and so more civilized
( Than the Roman Mob
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Submission Name: Conspiracy ( For “ You ” The Roman Mob )
