Angry

Angry

I’m angry with the media and politicking hordes
So quick to paint in tired hues that ignorance affords

I’m angry with the privileged whose mansions dot the hills
They say success is what’s possessed then whine about their bills

I’m angry with the lawmakers who’d spout their candied lies
Touting some new righteous bill while planning its demise

I’m angry with the generals who speak of noble aim
Equating wars with holiness when wars just kill and maim

I’m angry with the companies who manufacture food
But stuff them full of chemicals affecting weight and mood

I’m angry with the industry that covets our abuse
Suppressing innovation’s cure for profit’s no excuse

I’m angry with the lobbyists whose masters shape our lives
They seek to pilfer every drop of honey from our hives

I’m angry with the ‘medicines’ that saturate our shelves
Their stocks would surely take a blow if we could cure ourselves…

I’m angry with the scientists dismissing all that’s strange
They’ve traded wisdom for their pride – is that a fair exchange?

I’m angry with the ones who say that God has just one face
And war with those who disagree while claiming His embrace

I’m angry with the cameras - the City’s new décor
Their presence is the precursor to 1984

I’m angry with the President and Condoleeza Rice
They tell us freedom isn’t free – and freedom is the price

I’m angry with myself as well for setting time ablaze
And letting idleness consume so many precious days

I’m angry with the fucking prick who thought to advertise
With massive banners trailing planes that surf the summer skies

I’m angry with the hypocrites whose logic is absurd
They’ll feast on pills and ‘legal’ drugs but demonize an herb
I’m angry with Monsanto, Corp. - whose tactic is insane:
To patent pollen that the winds will surely not contain

I’m angry with the taxing hogs who feed those we distrust
They’ll seize our homes and rob our bread and spare us not the crust

I’m angry with celebrities who bathe in wealth and fame
Regarding with their jaded eyes the folk of common name

I’m angry with those men unseen whose role is puppeteer
Their rhetoric manipulates, their rein is one of fear

I’m angry with Republicans and Democrats as well
Dividing with a difference they’re always quick to sell

I’m angry with the journalist whose eyes are bought and sold
Another casualty of war – the truth that’s left untold