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Police “play” kits.

December 1, 2017

Unintentional shameful indoctrination


Police play kits, for sale

Guns, badges and shackles

Pervasive us against them notion

Plastic bullets nary emotion

In a mimicked imitation

Of dominance and death

As an errant solution

Playing with power

Playing for keeps

Playing for real

State power approved

Screened images as

To who gets shot

Taught by products bought

Taut as souls are lost

We will pay the price

Without counting the cost

Moving up to real bullets

Buried down in closed caskets

To serve and protect

The served and protected

Preserve, don’t neglect

The gods have you, selected

Creations you manifested

Indoctrinating the next and


Subjugated generations

That their world will

Be constricted down to

A limited two behavior

Option, of either good or bad

Arbitrarily decided by those

Not adhering to similar rules

Forging and forcing the

Entropy of their psyche

Into a permanent residence

Of cognitive dissonance

Having emerged from a realm

Where that does not exist

Blurred from their vision of

How things could be

Heaven on earth perhaps

Peace and tranquility

Easily worth a chance


Excerpt from Rush’s “2112”


[V. Oracle: The Dream]

‘…I guess it was a dream, but even now it all seems so vivid to me. Clearly yet I see
the beckoning hand of the oracle as he stood at the summit of the staircase…’

‘…I see still the incredible beauty of the sculptured cities and the pure spirit of man revealed in the lives and works of this world. I was overwhelmed by both wonder and understanding as I saw a completely different way to life, a way that had been crushed by the Federation long ago. I saw now how meaningless life had become with the loss of all these things…’


(The lyrical reinterpretation)

Rush “2112”

I wandered home through the silent streets
And fell into a fitful sleep
Escape to realms beyond the night
Dream can’t you show me the light?

I stand atop a spiral stair
An oracle confronts me there
He leads me on light years away
Through astral nights, galactic days
I see the works of gifted hands
That grace this strange and wondrous land
I see the hand of man arise
With hungry mind and open eyes

(musical interlude)

They left the planet long ago
The elder race still learn and grow
Their power grows with purpose strong
To claim the home where they belong
Home to tear the Temples down…
Home to change!


How it is now, has not always been

Must recognize that to change it

Quit playing along in the game

That manufactured consent

And ego perpetuates ad nauseam

Being played and your being, played

The rule of law is not natural

For it goes against your nature

Your divinity you must recapture

Can no longer maintain silence

Condoning adolescent violence

Perpetrated by the hour

Robbed of their true power

The infinite force at their birth

Certainly an incalculable worth

Which we have no right to destroy

It is this world they should enjoy

Not learning that it is fun

At either side, the barrel of a gun



From → dark, kids, Lyrics, Paradox, random

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