No Place Here - Uada

Among the liars

Flag fliers

Factual deniers

The war on instinct has begun

Scientific distortion

Philosophical contortion

Let it be abortion

That now grants us none

Mental regression

Self image obsession

Under the guise of oppression

They sanctimoniously leech

The revolutionaries

And over-reactionaries

Are the contemporaries

Who cannot practice what they preach

The false acusers

Privileged abusers

Bias users bathing in the bile they birth

The distribution

Of ones own confusion

Casts false illusions of what they deem of worth

Self reflective denial

Projecting outward trial

A plague so bile it shields the mortal mind

Hypnotizing the spineless

Capitalizing on blindness

Guided sightless is the humankind

Individualism versus collectivism

What is free will if the will cannot be free

With persuasion of denomination

Does what you believe bestow the right to deceive

Take what you’ve been handed

Endowed, inherited and granted

And through your fingers let it fall

With the alleviation of appreciation

Without double standards would there be any at all

I cannot see myself in this world being found, among those who claim down is up

while others swear that up is down

There is no knowledge of the inhumanity once withstood, that could cease those

from weaponizing their own victimhood

Where logic holds no validity over emotion, it is the taste of entitlement that

detracts the relevance of their devotion

And it darkens the sense of a greater understanding, when they’ve fallen deaf

to all dialogue other than their own demandings

And they focus their faith into a chosen form of extremism, like a swinging

pendulum, the behest of a subconscious hypnotism

To insist immunity in the light of a false alliance, squealing foolishness to

accompany the continued acts of their defiance

In the end they’ll hear only what it is they want to hear, the weakening words

of a failing campaign in which they choose to smear

The only consistency found can be within their own doubt, as they descend with

communal ad hominem channeling casuistic clout

The most privileged protect their political pose, polarizing personal principle

and propagating a platform for their phony prose

A fictitious brotherhood, a fraudulent kin, only projecting outward what it is

that they so feel within

There is no reflection, restraint or redaction, to those who cannot take

responsibility for the contamination of their own action

And they push their concepts of identity upon us all, out-thrusting nonsense so

that they may have a sword on to fall

And we wait for the cowards to take their leave, for there is no trust,

no virtue and definitely no honor among these thieves

Where every step is a contradiction to their last, a promenade on display,

a forward march into their past

Through the intolerance of their desperate disposition shown, becoming

disenfranchised by the infantile climates in which they’ve thrown

I cannot see myself among a flock controlled by fear, for I have no place there

and they have no place here