Stripped by the System |
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| Written by Mehdi Hamdad |
| Monday, 30 June 2008 19:00 |
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Illustration by Nina Charest
Simply stupifying blunder Starving souls amnesia hereafter Stripped by a system Startling agony and laughter Rat racers say kill'em children remember laughter open market, bills, lead and leather, arms fair, dirty air control force power Can't change the weather, man So where's your heart at now What's gone up is coming down, What you've got to lose is about to abound, Look at your soul now, Are you truly safe and sound? Been hiding in a wayward dream? Been smiling in a silent scream? would you have asked them politely everyone everybody if they could take it all back Stripped of your freedom Stripped of a sense of divinity Free to indulge in the oblivion Of non self-realisation, non self-expression No identity, no self-love, insecurity of standing on your own? Don't a warrior, don't act bravely Be a soldier, join an army! We all dress the same, get kudos from patriot TV, + the benefits of blindly going under, paycheck from murder payback from karma surely this can't be too true I Mean, people, trust the postcards, This is Kanada! Must be an A-list misunderstanding Been waiting on the wrong line When the slick genocide pigs dine White stripe, red line and green mile cold heart turning Blue and patriotic clap and sow the seeds of a gun-toting alcoholic For all the productive bombing of this world For the sunset-strip night-life girls Our children are to be antidotes for all flags unfurled their time of awareness has come, to expand on yours, even though institutional domestication would have'em on all fours Satellites and cellphones secret services and cute clones silicone stimuli and there’s never enough, the radio fuzz, the mental cuffs, and consciousness in a standstill… Sacred cemetaries and landfills, Computing skills pie in the sky pills for the ills disempowered lies and the will to live is nil, conformist down-sizing, normalizing, stripped of your awareness of self-exercising Soul pudding, Kills and kisses, Stilted styles, stripes and stars, prison bars, tragic kingdoms, uranium bullets for sale, blood sells blood cells the peacekeepers look pale Choking on the rules and bolts and nuts of a system Stripped of soul-authority, the clowns and queens become strippers, drowned in the castle’s ongoing chatter, cattle chicks fingerlickin’, herd and harem, ivory walls to guard’em, the soap is for the skinnin’, say what you see about this system, the in and out flow that makes babies go out of their comfort zone, in the combat zone, where duality has shown the absurdity of phony paper decrees sending our children overseas, to kill and be killed in the name of progress, in the name of excess, away from the press, kisses from the desert and come try our club med, mehdi is sad at the twisting of the term jihad, yes because the inner core of the lore of the teachers of before is the inner mental duel between being compassionate and cruel, a fight within to end the night and inviting light to shine-in, systems of the zen, leaves falling to no end, the dance of dust and heaven, the thankless work and the endless stipend, the gift humility leaves beyond the bend, the blessing of an enemy who through suffering asks you to transcend, a springboard to come closer to the inner friend, know that what you give in time you truly lend, wether you heal or hurt these hearts to mend, indeed the tendency you follow in your reality will summon forth the necessary amends, the ghosts of observation will come around again, floating up from the ground they send you flying, and ask thee to reconsider who you’re being, and respect the wisdom of perceiving contradiction, in your life in this system in our evolution
© 2008 Mehdi Hamdad, Illustration by Nina Charest; licensee (Cult)ure Magazine.
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