RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE

RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE

These are some precarious days,

To speak your mind is to dig your own grave,

So smile that plastic smile,

Holding in how you feel all the while,

Outlandish for us who live in the land of the free,

Rather ridiculous it seems to me,

Whether you’re right or you’re wrong,

Stand up and sing your song,

Let your God be the final judgment,

For in Him is the wisdom so infinite,

Some will shun me for this awkward belief,

I may even catch the ire of some and their grief,

I’ll carry that burden should it come,

For I’m often misunderstood by some,

We are on the brink of a robotic-like society,

Brainwashed to belief in what is no longer free,

An organized chaos my dreams have seen,

It is time to rage against the machine,

The government and constitution have lost their way,

And somehow the bickering of politics have seized the day,

I see no end in sight,

It’s becoming a scary plight,

Our voices need to be heard,

For we are all becoming entirely too disturbed,

No matter which side of the aisle you stand,

Now is the time for change, we must demand,

There is a natural need for society’s evolution,

So let’s join together and begin a revolution.

-brad