Coverless Books and The Color of Noise

How Long, How Long
Will this world slide
Into the cesspool of degradation
The abyss of its own creation
How long
Can you hear me?
Is anyone there, is anyone there
Can you hear me?
Cried a voice in the night
Can you see me?
Is anyone there Can you hear me
Can you see me?
Screamed a voice in the light
Coverless books litter the streets
Unable to hide their content
Words go unread
For the blind don’t care to read
And the voices
Fade off into the color of noise
How long
How long
Will the willing
Sell themselves into a slavery
Whose master is greed
Only to find the all-consuming Addiction
Of its dark power
Devouring the enslaved
For a pittance of gold
And a perception of supremacy
How long
How long
Will humanity
See color as a difference
Then what’s the indifference
When the only color that matters
For what matters most is red
For it is the red that we dread
And when we bleed
We all bleed the same
In whom so ever’s name
As the rivers that have flooded
Overflowing and bloodied
The killing fields
In the history Of a planned
Perfect plan gone awry
How long
How long
Will the human race keep thinking,
Keep on believing they are
An advanced Civilization
While the history of mankind
Has yet to change as it is never changing
Constantly repeating violence upon one another
When truly advanced sophistication
Is not a thought it’s a community action
Absent of greed and aggression
We can cry and we can lie
We can deny and pretend
But the age of man is at its end
The era of machines is at hand
While the voices keep crying out
In the night and in the light
For the watchtower beacon is burning bright
Pages scatter in the wind and colorful din
Forming clouds of ignorance
Isn’t it time
That we stop believing
In the rise of charlatans deceiving
And notice the color we are bleeding
Is globally the same
This is not a game
How Long
How Long
Will this world slide
In circular motion
Within a perpetual notion
While the machine rages on
We were given everything needed
To solve real world problems
Yet are hung up on systems of belief
And the amount of melanin
In our neighbors skin
How long
How long
Will we the human race listen only to reply
Never understanding why the voices cry
Can you hear me
Is anyone there, is anyone there
Can you hear me Cried a voice in the night
Can you see me, Is anyone there
Can you hear me, Can you see me
Screamed a voice
Or am I just a coverless book
Lost
In the color of noise
Katovski ©2014
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