Apathy Autocracy

Welcome to Canada, above the land of the brave; still with the walls, the sounds, the waves. the rise, the fall, the firing guns, farmers cries and looking for fun. Still strain and strive, with the walk alive; where cascades of apathy run free, through the land and sea to sea; a war is waged on you today, what war, what more and what to say? Each weapon fought another face, everything you do disgrace, everything you are you kill, your eyes can only see not will; every action a fight, everything you live has died, every breath you take is death, every penny ever spent; have you fought the tide yourself or were you watching from your shelf…

Apathy, our grand plie, ignorance the game we play, we get, we give. The way we live; from our precious merry-go-round up atop our burial ground, running free from sea to sea, nature’s just our bluff you see; canada we live it, rough; Canada and we get enough; in Canada just wait and see, you too can live in apathy. You too can hold this pride we share, led to the slaughtered disguised like we care; squishing our footsteps and standing behind with empty cups, empty hearts and mind…

To mind fields of the war we are but we’re not searching or looking for more; apathy, ignorance, bliss COME ON; who are we, where have we gone? Who are we the tolerance we claim to be (tolerance is nothing when we don’t understand) and we’re spoken for already, who gives a damn? You could get into issues, you could touch the grit, but let’s evaluate and think about who really gives a shit; Canada, the empty cup; Oh Canada what’s up; genocide of culture, genocide of mind, genocide of people; canada is dead; canada exists no more; we’ve woven our dreams and locked the door…

A fantasy land of titles grand! Welcome! It started with a state that gave itself a title, meaning that was to unite us for a while. it had a location, a place to start, people inside it that claimed to have heart; forgetting half of what was already there; how it got there, to where it is questions start and stem from this. How it got there, wars were fought, wars are fighting, more than thoughts; no one can say it’s all been peace, no one in between these seas.

War’s been raging from the start, now fighting the silence and breaking a part. Oh but it wasn’t your fault. oh but it wasn’t your crime. People are dying and it’s on your dime. People are killing and it’s in your name, speaking for you and you feel no shame! Where are the questions, tell me where to find hope; there is no solace in this life tied with rope; your life, that’s right yours is the one, walking the line and having your fun. Running around it, eating it up; while they weren’t searching you were filling your cup; but should you be mad, should you be angry? They’re feeding you answers and who are they blaming; Canada is fighting a war; building an empire that you just ignore. Inside our own borders, outside the lines there’s a genocide starting from inside your mind; we are the people, we are the shame but we decide to do nothing and dole out the blame; we decide to hide behind the name we’ve been given, shoot our veins with our Canadian heaven. Pass me another beer could you please? I seem to have forgotten identity; holding the rope, stringing along, what’s the true Oh Canada song? Freedom you say and native land too? Tell me was the first person here you? And freedom, what’s that? Do you say what’s on your mind? Are you asking for answers that you cannot find, are you taking advantage of our national lines? Are you aware, or at ease, braced for this disease? What does it mean to you Canada? A fight behind the bar; Canada at war. A building, a streetlight; our whole lives a fight..

Apathy. Apathy it burns. Apathy takes and apathy steals, apathy’s driving Canada’s wheels; where are the Canadian trees, our peacekeepers and aborigines? What are we doing, do you even know? Then take some action and let it show; apathy pauses but it hasn’t stopped, it takes what it needs but you’re never dropped; how can we live based on these wars, the only questions get asked that are looking to score; Oh Canada, free on the frontline alright; avoiding the one justifiable fight..

February 14, 2007 Blueprint Web Administrator No Comments