Politically Poetic

Social sedation predating revelations of ancients,
Mind your mind, it's left to those in control, patrons of hatred.
With a senseless expression, disregard for a nation,
I pray for the day when I can breathe as truth's manifestation.

Our distractions are of a devilish infraction,
Completely competent in the destruction of unconstructed cooperation,
A puppeteer reigning over a demographic infatuated with imitation,
Your stacks of cash?
False representation of economic saturation,
Legal tender backed by a indentured lender,

So keep on stockpiling ‘cause your day will come
Climbing from an inferno, I know how it's done
The promise of a revolution that humbled one.