Carly Bryson

The Times

Poem by Carly Bryson

This path, alone we're traveling
Is winding but unraveling
It's just a little road trip
Toward the new world order gathering

So huddle up the clueless masses
Separate them all by classes
Promise them democracy
In 'Operation Kick Some Asses! '

Oh the tasty irony
A benevolent society!
A pungent pill to choke on
As we gather up the casualties

Keep our silence, acquiesce
With sovereign indifference
Cloak our altruistic voice
To pacify the nihilists

This parody, this comedy
Is self inflicted mockery
So have another steaming bowl
Of social conscience poverty

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 18, 2006