Song: Death Of Nation Poem by Dave SmithWhite

Song: Death Of Nation



I have seen the death of nation.
Forgotten dreams of education.
The crumbling of great expectations;
Burning books and leaves.

I have seen the death of nation.
In a scene of desolation,
Stunted minds of obfuscation;
Corporate crooks and thieves.

I have seen the death of nation.
Desperate faces, consternation.
Hacking breath and strangulation;
Poisons in the breeze.

Have I seen this death engage us,
When truth's excised from history's pages,
Do slaves learn to love their cages?
As hope and reason flees.
To keep their betters pleased.
Corporate crooks and thieves,
Burning books and leaves.
Poisons in the breeze.

I have seen the birth of fiction.
A trillion lies without distinction.
We risk the earth and our extinction,
Like the declining hives of bees,
Whose honeyed lives are teased.
As hope and reason flees.
To keep our betters pleased.
Corporate crooks and thieves.
Burning books and leaves.
Poisons in the breeze.

I have seen the life of nation,
Suborn itself by exploitation.
Will it end in conflagration;
Does drive and purpose freeze,
With the woods unseen for trees?
Like the declining hives of bees,
Whose honeyed lives are teased.
As hope and reason flees.
To keep our betters pleased.
Corporate crooks and thieves.
Burning books and leaves.
Poisons in the breeze.

I have seen the life of nation,
Lose it's sheen of integration,
Default to tropes of mass castration,
And pandemics of disease.

I have seen the death of nation.
Every wrinkled permutation.
But that train has left the station,
Whilst the cattle cars are seized.
Does drive and purpose freeze,
With the woods unseen for trees?
Like the declining hives of bees,
Whose honeyed lives are teased.
As hope and reason flees.
To keep our betters pleased.
Corporate crooks and thieves.
Burning books and leaves.
Pandemics of disease.
Poisons in the breeze.
We are on our knees.

We are on our knees!

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