Political poem about the control of the government and media. Not just about the USA.
They'll hear us.
Those with the whips.
The cage gets smaller,
And the noose tightens.
But no one seems to notice.
And the voices that would tell them,
Are silenced by the shackles.
And the signs of protest are slashed.
By the stolen steel,
And broken by,
The borrowed bombs.
Those with the whips,
Say the fault is ours.
That something went wrong,
And only they were spared.
Which is why they remain outside the bars.
And all that we have,
Must be shared.
But maybe the key is in our own hands.
Because we have forgotten,
Why those with the whips,
Are the ones that lock the doors.
At night.
And we let them do it,
Because the iron's too cold.
And to reach through the bars,
May mean failure.
And so we wear on.
Through crisis,
And drought.
Spoilt by laws,
That make us think we are safe,
While the cage gets smaller,
And the noose tightens.
And those with the whips,
Prowl the limits of our lives.
Poetry by Tal¿a
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Written on 2006-10-03 at 11:11
Tags Political Media Government
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Those with the Whips
Shush.They'll hear us.
Those with the whips.
The cage gets smaller,
And the noose tightens.
But no one seems to notice.
And the voices that would tell them,
Are silenced by the shackles.
And the signs of protest are slashed.
By the stolen steel,
And broken by,
The borrowed bombs.
Those with the whips,
Say the fault is ours.
That something went wrong,
And only they were spared.
Which is why they remain outside the bars.
And all that we have,
Must be shared.
But maybe the key is in our own hands.
Because we have forgotten,
Why those with the whips,
Are the ones that lock the doors.
At night.
And we let them do it,
Because the iron's too cold.
And to reach through the bars,
May mean failure.
And so we wear on.
Through crisis,
And drought.
Spoilt by laws,
That make us think we are safe,
While the cage gets smaller,
And the noose tightens.
And those with the whips,
Prowl the limits of our lives.
Poetry by Tal¿a
Read 966 times
Written on 2006-10-03 at 11:11
Tags Political Media Government
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