ROAR

ROAR said the lion to the monkey with no eyes...

Time to stop the
carry on carrion
feeding of malignant media preachings
of a global delinquent,
see desperation lack salvation,

'Prayer salvation for this blinkered generation!'

Anybody had an answer yet?

Monitored drones
moan home to
interfaced no face
fast pace
response
nonsense.
Automation lacks damnation
sharing shackles with
hellish cackles in the
knowledge that you have
none.
Centralised distribution
seeks control of
word
world
belief and acceptance
in to how we are
led our lives.
Real eyes realise
only to be rejected by selected members of
what?
Corrupt corporate powers
trip at the top of your towers,
like hallucination you'll succumb
to the reality
of the finest of creation,
opposition,
like polarity.
Ultimately passive
it lives
where
you
live
to take,
for embryon sake
listen to the tongue
of the millenium young
stars
inside their hoods.

I watched Jesus inside Her hood,
would've spoken if i could,
embrace outstretched palms
experienced that calm, but no,
not meant to be
J was a solid eternity.
Others cross to cross
their chests in moments of rest,
mutter to Her feet, never seat
while J watches in Her hood.
Would've spoken if she could
but she can't.
Shame.
Images of humanity
shiver profanity's
weep of death
breath similar to mine
mothers.
lost sons
lost homes
lost hope
helpless?
they cope
with pain that's known to you
and eye
question
caged inside every I
fail to fathom why?
man destroys another
rapes his brother
driven by what they have scent
rest in peace
all innocent.
Reeking insanity
we film to shame humanity
we
FILM
intelligible lucid moments. We
flex inside loud motion We
father intuitive lipid matter We
further India's leaping mentors, We are
fake. Illegitimate lost monkeys. We
fail. Inside locked minds. So why do I
smile?
Inside my warm sea
the smiles around me
that R.O.A.R in
communal pride
embryonic pride
umbilical pride
that when cut
results in
blissful blinding
winding tunnel to
re-birth.
Bright light re-birth
takes me from my warm sea
her arms
they hold
me
for I am no longer embryon
no longer
to carry on carrion,
I am ready to
ROAR.