Our Pilot

When the matrimony
Of fear and promises take place
Their testimony
Will hide their guilty face

Try not to digest
The bitter words you eat
It’s just a simple test
but your doubt equals your defeat

Can you fathom life
The master, the whip, the crack
Can you hold the knife
That ends up in your back

Their tattered ways
Grasp only insanity
Your denial of numbered days
Is only proof of your vanity

The fascist world
Rolls without remorse
The “good” boys and girls
Are the living corpse

The zombies that devour
While living in content
And only having to cower
To the master they resent

And the tragedy
Remains present throughout
And your majesty
Ignorance controls her doubt

I’m leaking my anger
To warn you of the waste
And living in the danger
Be merciful and make haste