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Poli-Psy in a nutshell


 

The world remains stagnant,

But I hear a stream in my dreams

Connecting smoothly to the discord of the Sea.

It complies with the ebb of the magnet,

And away from the shores that seemed to gleam

before being plagued by greed and hierarchy.

Putrid is the land impregnated with contingency,

Where chlorophyll-cancer is exhaled from the trees

And inhaled by the lungs of the “submerged” and unobservant.

Merchants selling your daily dose of hypocrisy through screens,

Despite evidence of thermite in the beams

Buckling, muffling the sounds of 9/11 victims screams.

Resurgent are the waves that clash in the seas

unlike our bodies; atrophied by atropine

Dopamine flushed by the waterways of Apathy.

 

We stifle minds with Ritalin,

Children filed besides nurse’s offices

Ironic poster of marijuana on the wall statin’:

“Stay off of this. . .”

 

Our moral foundations are skewed.

Motivated closed-mindedness 

Keeping our in-group attractions intact.

Following ideas that make up a monochromatic mosaic,

We’re as archaic as epicyclical universal models, Ptolemaic.

In trying to “protect the soul”

We’ve detached ourselves from our roots,

Chutes of ideologies split the lips of politics in two:

Liberalism and Conservatism

Umbrellas too broad for morality and reason, even.

What are we supposed to believe in?

Don’t worry about it, just build something photovoltaic;

Our population’s too large, how’re we going to sustain it!?

Fuck it, Let’s forget about those in lower classes

Act as if we’re colorblind, we’ll just look at them as masses.

Have “ideologies” dictate our legislation,

It’s why most people of color are slated for incarceration.

Colorblindness doesn’t mean anything in a nation

That still shows proof of de facto-segregation.

Obama passing N.D.A.A. paves the way to having your lips sown shut,

So watch what you say.

But at the end of the day, none of this will be seen as benevolent.

We need to get out and vote, no matter how they show us we’re irrelevant.

 

 

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Anomalies Of Entropy

Born in Bayamon, Puerto Rico and raised in Bronx, NY. Power Writing Student since 2003. Currently attending Hampshire College as James Baldwin Scholar.

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