this is our anthem, peotry, and creed, we are the poets, we are the future
Ghost In The Machine
we are the poets
the future is now
the world is what we make of it
and only what we allow
we have created a union unholy
between two separate forms
under the grace of our power
to manipulate and conform
but it is not us conforming
it is those under our will
we've learned to work the system
and have made this our skill
we work in ways unopposed
at least that can't be denied
this is how we get our way
without having our hands tied
now our voice will soon spread
and the rats quickly will multiply
some will call it infestation
but our words do not lie
but we are more than just this
aiding the world is our choice
we speak out to the masses
spreading the importance of voice
a message that will get across
for those who want to succeed
because we only damn ourselves
when silence becomes our creed
we walk these halls like we own them
because these days we actually do
ourselves we have made untouchables
power in our veins run through
the year 2011
is when we will first strike
our wings will soon spread
and we will take our first flight
but we do this not for glory
or to control our own skies
but for the future of this world
fueled by our hatred and lies
poetry is the only truth left
on this sensitive stretch of earth
and voice is how you spread it
this is your right of birth
so often this is suppressed
and that's where the problem lies
our minds are a hidden world
with bitter sweet pink skies
but with our help
we will assure this leaks out
setting poetry in motion
as silence becomes our bout
so as this poem
finally comes to an end
i just hope you realize
this is where the countdown begins
-Carlos "House" Gerardo
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