Untitled Poetry

I don't know what to call it.
There seems no way to stall it.
Now they got injectables...
They muzzled the intellectuals!
People collapsing at the sectionals
Young hearts bursting
No soul searching
They just gave away their freedom to speak
fake news and false information
babies being raised by the PlayStation
adults hooked on their notifications
I can barely get to work with all this inflation
hard to put food on the table
when you are bleeding from your navel...
cavity
it's a tragedy oh my country
tis of thee
what they have done
don't you see?
blasphemy
they got you practicing Saturnalia
worshiping Moloch
you know they gonna kill me
cause im liable to spark shit...
Inspire and hark it...
In the Lord's grace like Jeanne D'Arc
So please pass this message
Don't title it cause they use filters
you gotta learn their algorithm
Learn how to dance in their rhythm
but still have your hymns singing
in your mind
It's kinda like hiding in plain sight
I don't know what to call it...
the conspiracy?
the NWO?
I don't know what to call them...
The Illuminated ones?
The powers that be?
The ones who create the mass casualty...
events...just so they can take our guns
and hike our rents?
Force us to live in tents?
Hooked on fent
Tylenol or alcohol
caffeine or nicotine
They either got you doped up
sedated, elated, or somewhere in
between...
It is truly so obscene
The iniquity and what it does to me
How can we rebel we can't even form a team
forget a movement we got this internet
but most misuse it
So tell other people about
what I told you
just remember not to use those certain keywords
banned by you know who
or it won't get through
If a minder sees it might get past
Dismissed as just some untitled poetry
in a note you passed...