Comfort zones embrace you
As you bury ostrich heads
In metaphysical sands
Of unmindful, carefree -
Superficial stands
Devoid of conviction
Unconcerned and unaffected.
They're dying, so what?
You enjoy life's consumption
When you want to be
With what you want
To be seen in,
That's life to you
It's what your fiber is!
Your words are all empty sex
And emptier is your heart
In your world of inhumanity
Existing as cold manikins
Dressed in satin Apathy
Chilling in your hollow Self,
Your eyes are seeing
but you're just being...
Nothing.
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Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader)
Reviewed on May 20, 2009
This is great stuff here! Very powerful and well written. People really have been trained to endure in their bondage of self. They willfully ignore events around them thinking "just look out for myself, that's all that counts!" Until one day when the system moves against them, and there's no one left to care.
This is a political treatise that deals with the China issue from a completely new perspective. Disparaging as he may sound, from page to page, toward "the old system" and the Communist Party's various wiles, the author demonstrates his mysteriously
This is a political treatise that deals with the China issue from a completely new perspective. Disparaging as he may sound, from page to page, toward "the old system" and the Communist Party's various wiles, the author demonstrates his mysteriously
This is a political treatise that deals with the China issue from a completely new perspective. Disparaging as he may sound, from page to page, toward "the old system" and the Communist Party's various wiles, the author demonstrates his mysteriously
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