The difference between mutiny and monotony,
is flag waving. Prejudice has a long running
parody, mocking all of us from behind a fortified
curtain, graced with razor wire, and small shacks
where privacy’s a myth. The stench of democracy,
your only friend patriotism.

Each democratic cleric speaks pig Latin,
an intelligent ear’s lashing. Lubed by Omni
color technology, so the entry isn’t so painful.
Undetected, the virus multiplies, resistance
shrivels and dies. The genocide, the life, the
lie.

Static statistics reflect the populous, for those
who never listen, never look deeper. A swirling
mass of insurrection, a vortex of malignant
mischief militants festering, bubbling up,
pussing forth from the deformed face of lady
Liberty. Action’s sporadic, but seemingly directed
none the less.

Rubber bullets, pellet propaganda
pelt the perpetrators of liberty, freedom’s
promise. Now masked in a cloud of ink, a sphinx,
a threat matrix makes fear the fervor, the fever
to extinguish the young’s fire. The fuel of the
sixties, seventies is forgotten by the same family, men,
and women now assaulted by technocratic terrorists,
what’s resistance anyways?

At the cost of sounding redundant, fuck it,
you’re not going to get it anyway.
Where’s Huey, Malcom, Martin, Abbey, the
Chicago seven, the Weathermen?
Dead or compromised in other ways.

The media slants the action of proactive
patrons, dare I say patriots. Soaking them in evil
explications, spoken words issued through
television, guiding, leading people to believe
they hate more than love. The future remains their
hands, their heads, their thinking. How many more
bullets can be manufactured by hatred?

The land of liberty fractured by a machine
of paranoia modeled after Stalin’s reign,
the parody is that prejudice is needed.

A changed skyline, American’s frantic
for blood lose their senses, the common rationale
of thinking before acting is rationed to the point
of malnourishment, supplement hate, and the scene is set.

ACT I:
Iraqi rebels rise, American’s are surprised.
Ignorant insecurities call for protective rules,
restrictions, an act for patriots?
The prying eye of omniscient bureaucratic
bastards, who claim they never saw this coming.
The difference between mutiny, and monotony
is flag waving.

ACT II:
Definitions pirated for the good of Americans,
Muslim men and women subject to profiling
pigs blanketed in the protection of priority.
Purging the streets of possible protestors, threats
to their control.
The hands of liberty magnified by riot clubs,
semi-automatic pistols steadied on terrorists,
citizens. Definitions pirated, skewed, protecting
tyrannical actions taken in the name of the greater
good. Murderers now wear ranks.
The difference between mutiny and monotony
is flag waving.

ACT III:
Clearly dissatisfied, fanatics become more vocal,
volleying well written speeches, rallying support.
Censored from the mainstream, but just enough
catch a glimpse beginning to believe again.
Bullets fly, blood is spilled, mouthpieces make excuses
as the prisons fill beyond capacity, the sign reads
247 million.
The choice between mutiny and monotony
is flag waving.

Freedom is a voice for the voiceless.
the lie of the democratic,
the greatest scripted genocide, where bodies
rarely die, instead they’re compromised.
Heads filled with fear, your neighbors become
potential terrorists, your love of country is the
perjury propelling the jury to a verdict of
guilty, guilty, guilty.
Give them the death penalty.

The difference between mutiny and monotony
is flag waving, and rights being rewritten.