Confessions of a Reflector

When is it that push comes to shove?
poets become potent 
and like turns to love 
hopeful turns to hopeless
strangeness turns to closeness
phases turn to stages
and stages to ages
of raceless racists
who have the slaves run their races
unjust hatred 
turns to violent rages
where the strong go up on stages
and the weak behind the curtains in cages
but when the books of history tell truths, they just rewrite the pages
the rich train the poor, while they sit back and count their aces
with smirks and grins on their faces
where habits make addicts
and where the strong impose on the weak
and the stronger on the strong
leaves no difference between right and wrong 
gain the love of their followers, "let the king live long"
have them sing their songs 
word for word 
and far too many beautiful voices go unheard 
unsung heroes 
just as good as zeros
wealth means power, money is a common theme 
in this subliminal regime
Where they use their tv screens
And movie scenes
To feed us the most obscene
Things
Until we become fiends...
Or more like machines
Who, obey their every command
Comply with their every demand
And fall prey to their every scheme
So, dad has no worth
And moms just for birth
Kids rule the world
And "I had it first" mentalities
Cloud realities
Such as the fact that we complain about their inflicted fatalities
And calamities
When we pay their salaries
Were living in fantasy
our eyesight is clogged
like looking through a fog
so if you live like an animal
then yes I guess life is a female dog
because you see, calamities don't define how you live, you do
but most of us live our lives based on someone else's  desires, call it vu du 
with a little touch of poison
so through all the commotion
I search for a potion
you can't regulate chaos
but you can organize emotion
which is why our kitchens are filled with products "as seen on tv"
and why we keep questioning the definition of "PG"
and societies definition of propriety 
causes me to retreat
step back and ask myself what IM doing wrong
put myself on the hot seat
ask myself what did I neglect 
I mean I read the books, but the books have no effect
and then it hits me, knowledge is in the heart not in the text
"verily in this are signs for a people who reflect"