NO VACCINE
There is no vaccine for oppression
I'd love to hate a war,
but violence has no ending
an intellectual virus at its core.
The doctor says I'm losing ground
if only I'd put up a fight.
but he himself is blinded
groping to justify his life.
The coroner performs autopsies
apathetic to the cause of hate and death,
dissection of life long wounds
infecting his every breath.
Beguiled by self-perpetuating delusions
through whose "I" will they see,
for evolution is the paver of highways
thought control, a man-made disease.
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