John Ackerman

Mind Control - Poem by John Ackerman

you will do what you are told until the very rights to you are sold
Satan has a grip hold on your thoughts
yet we have come to far not to turn back now
why look behind when your hand's on the plow
the system is rigged and your in on it
some times I feel like I'm a piece of shit
you were born in the gutter & your mother was a whore
we need to put God's armor on that will settle the situation
instead we like to vegetate on a long awaited vacation
Big Brother maybe watching but I'm still not buying
got food to eat like fish for frying
why should I dismiss this earthly bliss
with a time well spent in thought
once this life is over your soul can't ever be bought
have you forgot homeboy does thin a lot
many win the Academy Award but they don't deserve it
the lover in life is not the sinner the less that you give your a taker
there's a dozen of pots in my sink give me time to think
time to soar to reach heaven's door
soar to parts unknown or else you will be stuck at home all alone
many are addicted to vice in pornography but that never stopped me
for pursuing excellence with all of my might so out of sight
got people out in the street with viscous fangs that bite dripping blood off side
they always try to run away & hide from inside
there's the voices inside my head a face filled with lead
the angelic conclaves of blood soaked creatures with hideous features
take a good look inside we have nothing to hide
stand your ground from Satan's call the know it all
someday you will find his people in a ditch with feverish pitch
darkened eyes with tombstones in their brains
zombie creatures from Hell below with tempers of fire
blown in its fullest desire you evoke fear as your leader
we need to start to take are thoughts captive & dismiss what is evil
some are being caught in the middle like a basketbal dribble
no this is real life son many moments may not turn out to be fun
still you play the one last string that you have been dealt
put that other book on high right back on the shelf
he comes to kill, steal & destroy what's my one last chief aim & ploy
keep your head in the sky and never fall prey to ever believe the lie

Topic(s) of this poem: control, heart, mind

Form: Free Verse

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 12, 2017

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