The Speed of Silence
Catatonic nation
laying comatose
From a leader
Summoned into thin air
Half a world away
Destroyers
creep under stillness
Fully armed
As time takes their side
Beneath the blaring celebration
Littered in the street
The faint sound of pistols
Cock, clip and load
While leaders use abortion
And children’s playground games
To mask a semblance
Of non existent difference
Clandestine canine teeth
Shine their smiles in the dark
Shimmering like razors
To carve a horrid forecast
While we lay the tracks of failure-
All aboard the train of “hope.”
Warnings-
Silent behind the petty torment
Reeking of a suicide
So contagious
It infects our entire kind
And half a world away
The horsemen ride
As time takes their side
Mercenaries of a bullshit God
Will surely reach our shore
While cheering loud mouths
Fuck like a Marxist system in collapse
Dulling all this silence-this burden’s passed to the hounds
An earsplitting secret only they detect
Like a prophet coked on rage
front yards turn to cemeteries
truth breaks through the dirt,
like a grave made in haste
like a grave made in haste!
And the prediction
of a town’s destroyer
echoes down the beltway…
Upon these tracks of failure
sound doesn't travel well from the past
oh how little changes
all aboard the train of hope.