General Order of Direction

Man
The destruction of it's own existence
Friendly fire
The murder of our own
Interesting, you were my neighbor
My brothers, my sisters, my blood
Oblivious to the message so clear
Given freely, in so many ways
In their own egotistical way
Skimming
Overlooking
Dictating
Drawing their own conclusions
Collateral dammage
We owe them nothing
A casualty of war
How casual murder is
Intent said good
Yet marching feet
Carry out the dirty work
Literal blood of many
On another's guilt
Secretly they yearn
To hold close
A family they may never see again
Like a Roman washing of the hands
Brushing dust from a leader's robe
Of the hidden shadow, while binging
Thousand dollar plates of elegance
While their starving die by the thousands
Materialsim, is their promise to the church
Shiny things, so pleasing to the eye
What better way to gain followers
Such a naive mind are you
Cowards they are
Cheating at every turn
Will I be murdered too?
Just as other's
Who have been declared the snake
In the Garden of the imagination
Population of numbers
Under the thumb of control

©'06 J.P.