Monday, March 29, 2010

Cultural Preservation

Under the guise of security
Safety is no longer a goal
It is a way of life
Even if that means
Less liberty for the common man
Habeas corpus and posse comitatus
Are just words
We no longer feel
Are necessary to define
Freedom of movement
Is slipping away
The tide violently recedes
Muddy banks left in the wake
Don't step too close though
We'll shoot you down
Unmanned aerials
Silently hover overhead
Inconspicuous enough
As no one pays attention to the sky
Jet streams linger
And metals fall from the heavens
A smoke screen
To protect from cosmic radiation
Political apathy is encouraged
Give yourself to someone else
It's easier that way
Forget what you know
Or what you think you do
Since it is all useless information anyway

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