Those here to end the Duality Establishment,
Not the poseurs just keeping it in place
With extremism, woke politics, and neocon strategy,
Jealous gods at war for the war’s sake.
Don’t go buying that Chicken Little, “sky is falling” politics,
Pumped up full of outrage and fear.
Those social media moralizers shriek “read that again!”
Jacked up on shrill dominance and scorn.
Anyone trying to scare you is a liar,
Just tricks to keep us all fighting,
Clamoring desperate to stay on “the good side.”
Of a coin in someone else’s pocket.
A doghouse is a doghouse no matter the decor,
Wartime medals or virtue-pacifist pride,
Whichever direction you pointed your weapon
In a war waged without any outcome.
Those who stake claims on “position” and moral
and make their homes there with the old guard
The bottom just fell out from the foundation
All you stood on is suddenly gone
But for those who are waiting for the moment of no-ground,
Who let go their symbols and medals,
It’s a gold rush and every dimension will be taken
By those who dare their own design.
Don’t reach for a hand rail, don’t look who to blame,
I promise that there’s another way.
Strip naked your symbols, walk out of the house:
I’ll see you in the era of the creative.
Welcome to the Age of Eros.