anon
@superanon
Transmission, third World War, third round A decade of the weapon of sound above ground No shelter if you're looking for shade I lick shots at the brutal charade As the polls close like a casket On truth devoured, silent play on the shadow of power A spectacle, monopolized The camera's eyes on choice disguised Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil? Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil? Yes a spectacle, monopolized They hold the reins, stole your eyes Lights out, guerrilla radio
1 reply
1 recast
11 reactions
Paragism
@paragism
Yup
0 reply
0 recast
0 reaction
