Dragos Balan


Untitled 2 - Poem by Dragos Balan

(Glosa)

I’m stuck inside the future and life is chaotic.
The government is psychotically racist and robotic.
The matrix of entrapment is socio-economic.
Erotic conspiracy theory becomes reality.

“Dominant Species” Immortal Technique
Perpetually utilizing biblical figures
To corrupt your mind, creating smoke and mirrors
You don’t need religion to create a spiritual bond
With something transcendent, but not necessarily God
So unfold your eyes and avert your eyes from the sky
We were forced under the rule of the despotic
Do you see how they lie and cause so many to die?
A desert full of bodies, never to be found
Silenced with the sound of the automatic
My mind maddens because the world is too chaotic

Governmental psychology blasted throughout the airwaves
The media causing your perspective to change
The seed of enslavement planted inside your brain
So when the time comes, they can put you in chains
Lock you behind bars and leave you to rot
No time to repent for those too erotic
Defiling the innocence of the ones who trusted them
The lies that they shamelessly tell are hypnotic
Changing us into something inhuman, something robotic

We are forced into economic struggle
Nothing is too much and everything is too little
We’re manipulated to worship the dollar
From the blue to the white collar
We won’t hesitate to stab a friend in the back to advance
Contaminating our society becoming miasmic
We’re stuck in this strife with nothing to do
We can’t expose them because they’re burning the proof
The realization of our species becoming phantasmic
Unable to hold back the affliction that is socio-economic

Our life seems to be like reality TV.
Nothing is real anymore and everything is staged
You must open your eyes and release yourself from the cage
That the government so enthusiastically provides for you
Others will laugh at you when you speak the truth
Their ignorance is nothing more than a common commodity
Cause when the cry for revolution is no longer and too late
You shall fall to your knees and claw at your face
Because of the incapacity to understand clarity
Of the soon to be apocalyptic reality


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 17, 2009



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