Mixed Messages
By James Chhit
You hear it.
The voices ring out.
They control you.
You can’t fight back.
The voices are you.
You disagree, but don’t.
It doesn't matter in the end.
Anarchy, democracy;
Nothing matters.
Just stay in your coma;
and let the voices ring out.
They hear it.
They ring out.
They control you.
They know what to do.
They are you.
They disagree, they agree.
It doesn't matter in the end.
Just a shouting contest.
Nothing matters.
All just a game.
An experiment; you’re the dummy.
Just let your voices ring out.
He sees it.
He watches over.
He sees you argue and fumble.
He gave you the chance.
He gave you the tools.
He set the common goal
You failed to meet it.
In the end it’s
all just a game.
An experiment; we’re all the dummies.
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