over the abyss

they are protesting with signs that put hitler's stach on the president
screaming that the government is setting up internment camps
reading scientists and engineers and other experts claiming 9-11 was an inside job
vaccines and big pharma a conspiracy to make people sick and dependent
reptiles living in human bodies
aliens and spirits and demons and other beings from other dimensions

what is hidden under this pile of bullshit i wonder somedays in utter frustration

who are the masons and the bilderbergs and who, after all, really did kill Kennedy?

the questions they never answer
the deaf ears we yell into
the smug smiles of superiors
we watch from a great distance/beyond the guns of guards

they wonder where the hate comes from
the need to take aim and fire on a stranger just to quiet some demonic voice in our head
to express something with  our life
to be a miserable story but a story none-the-less
a vengeance against that bitch or boss or guard
or the whole goddamn world

an old man shoots a black guard at the Holocaust Museum
a black guy goes through a ny subway killing anyone white
the prisons split along color lines
they want to pass a law to kill the gays in some African country

Took on that white man's religion and discovered the hate in that little black book

not the vengeance of god
not the judgement of god
much as we want to believe we got us a micro manager out in space somewhere
men wrote the words that the prophets rail against with each rising

a God lives and dies and the legends slowly become the words of the rulers
visions eclipsed by the storms and crops and weddings and funerals and work

everyone wants a piece of the God
a bite of communion
a sip of blood
a hero story where they can defeat all the Demons
and march happily ever after through the pearly gates

They want that God to speak thru them
Thinks He/She/It does
as they rail against the health care
pretend the politicians all have horns or wings
that they are more than men
every spy james bond and evil to the bone
every politician a puppet with strings into a backroom
filled with fat guys smoking cigars and abusing little kids

I've heard it all man and then some and still the true ain't really there




ain't really there