Eyes on Demise

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just different

Spies looking, trying to see, what is in the masters’ mind,  

Could they be cooking shows’ behind  windows  to  a  soul,

Sold, out  for  all  seeing  integration,  solely controlling  information

Nations’  overrun,  by  never  being  able to  overcome, fantasy

These  guises  of  the unwise is  2b  center-staged  constantly selfie(ing)

Three  eyes  constantly  scoping,  while  two  eyes have quorum voting

Rating  shows  and  critiquing opinions, is  this  how  freedom  upends?

Comes what,  next?  If, cameras are  looking  for  threats of….

Broken windows, never 2b  fixed yet,  boarded over  openings,

Ran  by ‘spokes in gentrified  communities,  outvoting  the indigenous culturally

While  televising  the  revolution  that  is  never been a  part of popular culture

For  them  eyes have  2b  rich  from  exploiting  and  exporting  imperialistic syndications

Reruns  of  them  who  been  ran  through, recycling phony shows  of  force majeure

Left  hangin’  by  cliffhanging elections of  yet  another whitewashed Manchurian  

Promising tales to  wag  a  dog,  without  even  mentioning  the  bite of a never-ending fight 

Sleights  are on hand,  as deserts  are far and wide, right before this  tide subsides

Good  food,  good  metes,  no  repair  until  all  despair  is  replete, in-comes opportunity as  relief    

Disbelief  by  residents, trying to fathom  the prescient  unfolding  over again as  patriotic fervor

How psychotic  is  this  irreverent disregard for  the  significance  of a  perpetual  diaspora

Manifest  climate  changes  as  volcanos  and  earthquakes  permeate cold to hot, hot to cold

Only  the  original  man and woman,  will  be  able  to testify  and recognize the focus of Eyes on Demise!