Treasure Island

Josephine DixonBanks

(Danbury, Connecticut)

The Faithful Few


When the few rule the many, homicide has always been a weapon
To achieve a goal
Sublime crime stole souls before they could behold

When the few rule the many
The dark ages are dressed in new age thinking
War is the unequivocal unabomber
New generations with the same old contemplations
Mass-murder mentality masquerading as
Malevolent ministers of economic recovery

When the few rule the many
The European Inquisition, the famous witch hunt
Now-a-days, a belligerent bitch hunt
Save and protect the image
Let the soul die
Make love the illusion confusion
Let the soul die

When the few rule the many
Subliminal suicide, the homicidal maniac of our times
Eulogizes commercial killing
Thrilling the educate-extremist trained in cultural lag
Dressing it in drag to hide the bureaucratic hag
Determined to legislate the consciousness emergence

When the few rule the many
The only altruistic politician, the coroner
Preaches in every church, every Sunday morning
The vile filled vial-like vestibule allows every hypocrite to practice
Hypocrisy before a truth demanding demi-god
Preachers prophesy propaganda to prison officials
Hoping to make them proper role models

When the few rule the many
The many are obliterated
Their remains turn to dust then incinerated
Disposable people, The Law says no murders
Spoken like true mind-herders
Just making the many into the new-few

Submitted: Tuesday, May 24, 2005
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