No Place Here

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 accusers, privileged abusers
Bias users bathing in the bile they birth
The distribution of one's own confusion
Casts false illusions of what they deem of worth
Self reflective denial projecting outward trial
A plague so vile 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