Poetry – Nothing is Sacred

Nothing is Sacred

This is the world of hypocrisy where the establishment preserves itself and wields its power.

Religion is used to control the people and our children are taught the rudiments of violence through play. This is the world where money talks. The last rhino, gorilla, chimp, dolphin, whale, lion and tiger will likely be purchased by a trophy hunter. If you have enough money you can buy a jet-fighter or even an atomic bomb.

We are living in the free market and we’re up for sale.

The whole planet is becoming a Disney-world tourist trap and we are stuck on the paper.

The media control our thoughts, tastes and dreams.

The media produces an endless diet of distracting, mindless trivia.

We can be bought if the price is right.

The rebels are incorporated into the consumer package.

Morality?

Morality is a victim of the system. It speaks where the money is and is quiet when the victims scream.


Nothing is Sacred

There’s a plastic Jesus on the dashboard,

A toy gun on the floor,

A poster Bosch upon the wall,

All bought from the local store.

If you pay the price

You can buy everything

From a rhino to a bomb.

No one cares about anything

They’re all going for a song.

Nothing is sacred

Anything can be bought

Including every one of us

In this world

Morality counts for nought.

Opher 2.9.2015