Tuesday, August 27, 2013

A note to the.... You

Propped up by propaganda, 
To take a stance on what none understand, 
Meditating on the media's agenda
So we can judge out fellow man. 

The truth then remains hidden
By all the words that are spoken 
While our minds are forced to fit in
The picture of a mirror that's been broken

We can barely see ourselves 
Shattered lines distract our focus 
Yet this, not a broken self dispels
Nor a mind ravaged by locust 

The future thus remains bare
As do our minds, while waiting to fill them
From those who speak without care
Of distant wars from a fortified building

Who then are you to judge
The rights of others to survive
While you from your tower you do not budge
But you continue to sell your lie

Cause your words are never truth 
Except when you say that words are full of lies
As we have heard often from our youth
And as your words do testify

I would rather there be silence 
Than a generation misled by noise
Followed by a generation of penance 
After the ones that you have destroyed

So I ask you our dear speakers
That before you leave your house
To consider that you are lying as teachers
And the value of closing your mouths

Copyright Justin Gerges 2013