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The Witness
by Nicole Terry

1
First, I saw nations crushed by the hand of Tyranny
Comforted and murdered with ignorance and complacency
In this world, justice is served by the Lowman
with a vote they serve the corporation of greed

they say:
“What’s written in our scrolls you’ll obey
Pledge your soul and we’ll take your fears away
Have faith in our State you’ll buy but you’ll not reap
the continuation in commonwealth of our Posterity.”


What is this world? How can it be?
The soldiers all have credit cards
There’s a quiet war in the streets
In the homes, in the mind
with the children, on walls
across history, on the TV
and every inaugural ball


2
I saw a body dragged and dirtied in the road
I wonder, is this the symbol of mankind’s tyranny?
I have a fear, have I traveled time so far
to Witness evolution oppressed by judgment?

Innocence is molested by colour of virtue
Consumer apathy, it’s the best buy you’ll receive
Tolerance is taught as a means to control
a people united in belief in hallucination


What is this world? How can it be?
The soldiers all have credit cards
There’s a quiet war in the streets
In the homes, in the mind
with the children, on walls
across history, on the TV
and every inaugural ball


Bridge
I saw:
A beast breath spells through her hair
Men of Flesh drown men of Fire
With a nod, she weaves dreams on thin air


3
In this Age of darkness, can anything hold meaning?
if you’re seized by the esoteric Laws of the few?
If you capitulate, they Promise, they Loan, they Guarantee
to you buyers of Illusion, the Illusion of Liberty

I witness:
A people mesmerized by a Reflection
“If you trade your freedom, we’ll grant you a piece of mind
Volunteer and survive, here’s your place on the line.”
Is it happiness to Labour in debt to the grave?


What is this world? How can it be?
The soldiers all have credit cards
There’s a quiet war in the streets
In your homes, in your mind
with your children, on your walls
across history, on your  TV
and at every inaugural ball

© Copyright 2008 Nicole Terry ALL RIGHTS RESERVED


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