Faminism: (FAM-ih-ni-sum) (v.) 1. The act of removing food from the mouths of children. 2. The denial of women’s rights. 3. The active practice of both.
I want to lie to the children and tell them that the world is just
To stir up their hopes so that they will do all the things that they must
To believe in fantastical things like freedom, fairness, and truth
To discard the notion of fairy tales, of ghouls, and monsters uncouth
I want to lie to the children and tell them they’re not good enough
To shackle their hands to their desks until they’ve conformed rebuffed
To fill them full of nonsense more farfetched than any tale
To forget how to think while I fill wretchedness into our jails
I want to lie to the children and tell them their thoughts do not matter
To crash against their defenses until they’re all ragged and tattered
To consume massive amounts with terrible amounts of great greed
To spend their gold on stuff they’ll never use or ever need
I want to lie to the children telling them that pride is the greatest
To crush any challengers to authority, remove evidence of any progress
To take away their beds and hide them in empty foreclosed houses
To shred apart their families with four income part time spouses
I want to lie to the children and tell them they’ll not go hungry tonight
To close the door in their faces when they bring their empty-plated plight
To enslave them to the workforce by making them buy the diploma
To be the drone worker bees, church is Monday’s worker’s coma
I want to lie to the children about the content of their character being best
To blindfold their brown eyes with white that makes them brown skin-less
Not to remember that yesterday I protested against their “rights”
To watch blindly the riots in the murderous night.
I want to lie to children and preach how they’re valued and adored
To pay them the cheapest wage I can get away with not what I can afford.
To make them stupid by making teachers responsible for their kids
To tie up the hands of those who mean well in the red tape of “I forbids”
I want to lie to the children and make them wave the American flag like they’re boss
I want their bodies to give their sacrificial wine from their flesh their righteous blood lost
To refuse to keep the promises I made for no despair
To look them in their patriotic eyes and spit on them with lies of “We care”
I want to lie to the children and feed them slogans like “Just Say No!”
I want the underachievers to rebel, five to twenty in prison they’ll go.
To incite the gang wars to give the cops something to do
I NEED to watch the world burn around me, go back to sleep, I’ve much to do.
Reblogged this on Mare Martell and commented:
I sometimes feel cynical about the things I witness in daily life. I wrote this from the perspective of how a sociopath may “feel” about society.
I want to fart into the wind and enjoy its blowback, ignoring those in the way who judge my smell and look at me in disgust.
I think this is the best work you’ve done! I love this. Post it on FB. LOVE, Mom
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Why is it the best work I do are the ones that scare me the worst?