You have built walls
Round your fortress
Maginot lines of defense
To shield your opulence.

You laugh at them.
The poor and down-stricken.
Nothing but tools to be used
Then dumped like tissues.

They chant free songs,
Through bars and wires
Their cries and pain,
Tear no holes in your skin

You soothe their wounds,
With religion and faith.
Trapping their thoughts
In hopeful hopelessness.

Severing their chains,
With ethnic jingos.
Mis-educating with education
Choreographed reality tv

They bow their heads,
But their anger stands.
Waiting for the tunes
From the flutes of anomie

The laws you built
Are sand castles at shore
The ocean of revolution
Laughs at you

Dark shadows lurk
By your bedside
Bastards orphaned by
The light you killed

Dance steps of rage
Held bound in broken cages
Reflections of their true self
Come alive in broken mirrors

Your power is an umbrella
To dark hurricanes fermenting afar.
Like the ants that gather grain.
In anticipation of the rain.

For pay day shall come
When the people's anger
Shall be cashed and withdrawn
To buy your lives.

Soldiers would go on strike,
The police would take to flight
Even justice would be blind
When sorrow imprisons your smile

-It is just a matter of time.

@Afroxyz.... As to my comment on your 'Black Jesus' poem, how many comments have you seen on this (Memo To Mr Politician) since you posted it on Jan 10. This is the first, as you can see. Religion makes heads turn as if a troubler is around when one promotes or speaks against one of it tenets....Continue writing sir!

You are very right. We have a lot of opiumated masses