Don’t know where these roads lead
Some closed others off the beaten path
Mile after mile paved in endless greed
Dirty deeds exposed after the bloodbath
So many moving parts in this machine
Places to hide and manipulate from
Having paid to wipe the system clean
Another talking head is playing dumb
Wicked regime turning back the clock
Indentured servants not a working class
Innocent victims reside on the cellblock
While war criminals receive a free pass
Trying to weather this fascist storm
That’s meant to break our fucking heart
This pack of insects circling to swarm
Wanting this purge to rip our world apart
Copyright @ Damian DeadLove 2025







Powerful. I does feel as if we are being swarmed at the moment.
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Fia. So glad you connected with the write, my friend. It does feel that way, indeed. Appreciate you.
Damian
Pressures are always around Damian. This poem solidifies the true meaning of “Big brother is watching” Great job here.
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Keith. So glad you connected with the write, my friend. Always watching. Appreciate you.
Damian