Panopticon Merkstave
its cold on the outskirts of the fire
and we shiver in confusion
greedilly huddling for warmth,next to the dancing
flames back to back,
wallowing in shame.
isa......whose been cast and carved into the oak,our
fear causes stillness
we are like the glass waters of an undisturbed pond.
petrified in our selfishness,only moving to satiate our
own desires
and quench our own thirsts
into the void we all fall.
abandon humanity as we abandon law
away from bullets and fire
and bombs over head.
its easy to escape state oppression, but not to escape
ourselves
to learn to live as one body, away from this capitalist
hell
poison runes.....merkstave
the ink that smears your flesh
branded with this human curse
to only care for ones self
it takes more than one tree to create the forests
canopy...
how do we learn to live as one body and yet mantain our
individual autonomy?
this war has just begun and the most deadly weapon is
our own hands
when one of us falls in the field
(i will become your shield)
when one of us harvests the grain
(all of us will eat again)
when ever a child is born
(a warrior she will become)
when one of us ever is slain
(all of us will feel his pain)