18/06/2010

Another Brick In The Wall

The architecture of your intelligence, is defective,

The legislators, penetrate your barricade,

Envision their agendas, with glassy eyes,

If you’re lucky they may allow you to destroy the world,
With the button they’ve constructed out of metal and rubber.

The crown is bloodstained, with errors of past rulings,
This time it will be different, and who’s to argue that it won’t?
Attached to the head of royalty, entwined into exterior brain cells,
Recognise the crowns ideals, congregate humbly to its pleasure.

You may complain, but only the nobodies hear you,
If you listen carefully, your screams will always echo back.