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Oct 06, 2008
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Of Heaven or of Hell?
Ah! The great socialist dream
To control the whole world
The myth, make it for the “PEEPUL”
Food for the unknowing squirrel
Oh foolish man who cannot see
The inherent dangers within
Where knowledge and freedom
Are the greatest of the sins
The terror used to control
Everything you say and do
Underneath the false guise
They are doing it for you
Oh foolish, foolish people
Who bow at the altar of mediocrity
Whose brains have become ossified
By thinking only of inequity
Would you sell your soul to slavery
Of mind and body for the hope
That one who lusts for power
Will not bind you to the yoke?
Oh fool who fails to understand
That the basic tenant is wrong
But the icy grip of inadequacy
Enthralls you with ropes so strong
Yet your foolish brain is unable
To grasp the meaning it engenders
And the dreams that it entails
Blow away on the wind as cinders
Yet “from those with ability
To those with none”, the cry
That leads intelligence into folly
And makes others question why
To control the whole world
The myth, make it for the “PEEPUL”
Food for the unknowing squirrel
Oh foolish man who cannot see
The inherent dangers within
Where knowledge and freedom
Are the greatest of the sins
The terror used to control
Everything you say and do
Underneath the false guise
They are doing it for you
Oh foolish, foolish people
Who bow at the altar of mediocrity
Whose brains have become ossified
By thinking only of inequity
Would you sell your soul to slavery
Of mind and body for the hope
That one who lusts for power
Will not bind you to the yoke?
Oh fool who fails to understand
That the basic tenant is wrong
But the icy grip of inadequacy
Enthralls you with ropes so strong
Yet your foolish brain is unable
To grasp the meaning it engenders
And the dreams that it entails
Blow away on the wind as cinders
Yet “from those with ability
To those with none”, the cry
That leads intelligence into folly
And makes others question why
— Rett, Oct 06, 2008
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Critiques
Kailashana
17 years 8 months ago
No Ism or Ist has ever
Rett
17 years 8 months ago
Thank you Anna
infinite_dwarf
17 years 8 months ago
Rett
Rett
17 years 8 months ago
Actually, I like Sheepul
infinite_dwarf
17 years 8 months ago
Thank Southpark
Barbara Writes
17 years 8 months ago
Awesome write makes one think
Rett
17 years 8 months ago
Thank you Barbara
Eduardo Cruz
17 years 8 months ago
Rett,
Rett
17 years 8 months ago
Absolutely Eddie
Kailashana
17 years 8 months ago
No one wants the
Rett
17 years 8 months ago
Anna, no truer words were ever spoke
Kailashana
17 years 8 months ago
As you may or may not know,
Rett
17 years 8 months ago
I never would have guessed Anna
Rett
17 years 8 months ago
Thank you Janice
Sam Vargo
17 years 8 months ago
Nice flow here -
Rett
17 years 8 months ago
Thanks Sam
leonard daranjo
17 years 8 months ago
Thought provoking and revealing
Rett
17 years 8 months ago
Thanks Leonard
Kailashana
17 years 8 months ago
That’s one fucking sad
Rett
17 years 8 months ago
Believe you me
Barbara Writes
17 years 8 months ago
Getting a fair shake