Futuristic Forest

Born to keep on moving, I swiftly proceed on silent burdened
feet
On the job traipsing through the dispassionate game preserve
My fire-crossed time-worn nerves tingle
My full-open responsive ears
Listen attentively, hearing the drumming onset
Of fullblown widespread rumors

Big Brother, a shapeless massive menace
Looms large in the futuristic forest of malcontent
He is saturnine, morose, gloomy in his leadened nature
Trapped behind his melancholy poisoned voice
Electro-charged in blue-flamed bitter jetfire
Rippling soundwaves drip like red-hot liquid lava
Spewing forth bemused contempt
Reckless maddened rumblings, absurd phrasology for fools
Scornful echoes shreiking silence, isolation offerings

His brusque police-state of internal predatory wolves, lacking moraled
principles
Seek total domination, ensnare and then patrol the inner sanctity of
your private mind
Concealed behind the green-eyed monster of hypocrisy, personified in
evil
his unscrupulous lie detectors set a steel-trapped iron curtain,
camouflaged inaccuracies, falsehoods turned to truth
No insightful preconceptions, no need for friendliness or warmth
They claim unlawfully the glorious wilderness sections,
uncultivated
The pertinent inheritance, unordered guardians, uncommon passions in
our lives

Socially unacceptable plunder results in major bloodstained
highways
Kegs of grizzly night-shades shed problematic maladies, storm-shadow's
boiling brew
Drifting sulphur-clouds encompass hazardous haunting battlefields
Heavy-handed Fate spills a wartime river-ribbon, a fast-approaching
line
A lapping vapor, sucking vortex found at Wounded Heartache's sorrowful
glinting shore
Changes break
Time happens