A Felon In The Matrix

Respect
No one

Spit
In the judge’s
Face

Give the finger
To the police

Slap
The president

Mistrust
The doctor

Tell the lawyer
To shut up

And the priest
To stop lying

No figure
Of authority
Is what they seem

They don’t
Give a damn
About you

You’re just
Standing in the way
Of their dreams
To more
Power and Money

Only the criminal
Is who he is

Stupid enough
To be
Rather than
To seem

Hypocrites and liars
Hold the keys
To all the prisons

And if you’re
Not an actor
In this world

And dare
To break the collective wall
With the truth of one

You will be crucified
By them all

Labelled
A lunatic
Or a terrorist
Or a pedophile

You will be simply erased
For your most
Heinous unpardonable crime

Living in the Real
Within a Matrix of Lies

Dan Corjescu teaches at the University of Tübingen’s “Studium Professionale” Program

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