An autopsy of society

Dead, dead, dead  

Dead the society 

Dead the politician  

Dead the governor 

Whose house was once a welcome 

Dead dead dead 

Dead the councilman 

Dead the taxman 

Dead the economy  

In trade and shillings, penny    

Dead the Children

Dead the schools

Dead prosperity and glisters bright

Dead the market bustling quiet

Dead the halls that lay bare

Dead the neighbour that shares a sugar

Dead the roads, the workingmen’s club

Dead the churches

Dead the theaters of opera sang

Dead the father

Dead the wife

Dead the sibling chaotic home bliss, oh joy  

Dead the good men that once stood

Dead the given and charities too

Dead the dead and deader the deaded 

For the leach of green greed

Has been accepted in chambers guild

By the men, chosen as guardians of us all 

Dead, dead, dead 

Now who killed Willy wanker 
Is Willy wanker dead?

Secret Society

I am moved, so move over  
Roll over, step aside and watch 
How it is done, how it is to be done 


Show your badge for entry 
In secret societies, secret handshakes  
Recite, the secret phrase for passage 


We done did it before, emancipation 
Once upon a time in stories we hold  
So this is just repetitive, like face wash 


Every morning, done on instinct  
And when we done with the roads  
That elevate, like help books, we make our own  


On the thought of mind control , awaking 
Road maps, passage through forest
Of non explored, realisation done with a stride


Observers perplexed, like watching a man levitate
While stood shocked, mesmerised, with no utter 
We run on water 75%, walk on air with breath 


And we've got that, passwords, secret handshakes  
Unlock secret gates with secrets codes
And find realisation, like awakening from coma


But you are not to be forgiven
To be caught out by the storm, in the storm
And stretch out for sympathy


Even kids don't do that any more
And we grown men, women 
So behave, simply put 


The wise speak in proverbs 
To sieve out the likes in mind
On the same wave length, minded 


Its like speaking in a foreign language
For the man, who knows no different
From being spoon fed


So this is the secret society
Codes of common sense to be applied
Waves in length, wave length of the mind

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