Unmarked Grave : Still Alive

Last flickers of a dying flame still burn  
I strain to see every bitter remembrance    
lain before my feet    
pain stained mendacious propaganda      
blackened and singed upon my soul    
     
words have risen and taken toll    
right or not, secrets have been sold    
out of mind into the hands of masses    
such asses, cutting out the tongues of old    
     
forcible suppression unfurled    
into self-made sterilization    
white sheets billowing in the wind    
masking an unpure infantile soiling of intellect    
     
sociopathic manipulation    
senseless stripping down of the senses    
we're utterly defenseless    
     
gather round as smoke heaves      
and smothers imperious will and wit    
free thinking dies as another chapter    
cries out and is carried      
to an unmarked grave