Cynic

The Cynic

How dare you attack what you do not know!
Poisoning the shoot before it gets a chance to grow

Condemn me - Insult me - with those anarchic cries
Oh how I pity you with those edited eyes

I turn to see your faded repertoire
Failed lives - Failed dreams - that is what you are

So before I give you another chance to speak
I will show you an arsenal - my homogenised feet

Marching to the beat of a secret nation
This is not Armageddon - but I will show you devastation

Of your mass culture- mass art - and robbery
That you sing with pride - inverted snobbery

If only you could palate - the higher tastes -
You will see your lies - the ultimate waste

And before you contemplate a reply
I'll summon Hades (one- among - many) Allied

My allies are artists and their many creations
With control - power and imitation

That created the words with which you speak
Drowning in verbs from the economic leek

Stemmed form the firmament of a modern industrial nation
As it keeps your soul in eternal subjugation

Ungrateful child born of ungrateful parent
That drooled over the pages of THE REPUBLIC - spent

Ideology - Status quo - Society - just other inventions
Built with letters (the artist needs no mention)

Even though I am a writer of Juvenile canention
I will you my world (the artist needs no mention)

Artists gave you the word with which you speak
Artists wrote the tags on your stolen feet

Artists gave - once - some good pieces of art
And that was what made the start

Of a transnational - corporate - cultural revolution
Bringing the antidote - the solution

To fight both the disease and diseased
You - who spit your venom and even seem pleased

As they cause an artist - undefined - pain
When they try to redistribute power - money and fame

How dare you attack what you do not know!
Because the artist - must - needs to - Grow.