"Questions from the Deceived" by Glen Still

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"Questions from the Deceived"

Glen Still

"Questions from the Deceived"

Since the time I was crawling

You implied you had my back

Gave me goals to reach for

Told me the stars were mine to pull down

Even when I studied in your halls of education

You made it seem like I could be anything I wanted

You sat there without a smile on your face and lied

About everything you ever taught me

I had to re-learn it all

From alternative sources

What you called history

Was just the version

That you wanted me know

So that I would fall in line

Never ask any questions

Since the time I was a little child

You've been sticking needles in me

Telling me that it was to my best advantage

That what you were pumping into my system

Would keep me safe

From all forms of disease

I would be inoculated

From all factors of dissociation

What you forgot to mention

Was that I was your ongoing experiment

Since I was old enough to pull the trigger

You molded a plastic gun around my finger

Told me to be the cowboy

Point and shoot at all the Indians

Then when I was older

You gave me every reason to hate my neighbor

Told me that when we kill them they deserve it

That we have to kill in the name of god

Because they are different

For our national security

To protect our way of life

Then there's your favorite line

It's just patriotic

It's our duty

Since I was old enough to get a hard on

You've been fighting against my natural affections

Telling me that sin is in the head of my penis

And if I don't get your kind of salvation

Me and my wicked mind are going to wind up in hell

I'm gonna burn eternally unless I pay the preacher

Now, I don't care that you believe in this lie

But lately I have come to find

That you want everyone to believe in something

That you yourself don't even buy

You have no god

You have no love

You only believe in yourself

In your gold, in your power and in control

But that's the last thing you want us to believe in!

Maybe because it is the root of all evil

And you don't want any competition

Now let me tell you something

Everything you have ever told me

Is just a bunch of lies

Every time I dug deeper

I discovered something

That you so conveniently left out of the story

Now I don't mind being led astray

I figure that's the devil's occupation

But when you hold up that cross

And call on god like he's on your side

When you claim it all in the name of Jesus

And then spew out more of your lies

I get more than a bit discouraged

Wondering how these contradictions that you tell me

Can be perceived as absolute truth

By others who hear them and never even flinch

I used to be afraid to ask questions

But now I just want the answer to one inquiry

What the hell have you done to us?

No! Make that two...

How did we ever let you do it?

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Glen Still

About the Author:

Glen Still, who originally came out of the Southern California area, is a spoken word artist and poet in the truest sense of the title. His commitment to the arts has taken him around the country mesmerizing his readers with the clear and dead-on observations of an artist at the top of his game.

Glen’s creativity is not exclusive to his own work; he is also one of the original founders of 10K Poet, a group of artists dedicated to sharing eye-opening views that annihilate the stagnate, tried-and-true visions that the average person has become stymied under. Glen has blazed a new trail with such works as, “A True Liberator”, “I Have Found” and “She’s My Religion”.

Read more of Glen's poetry, hear MP3's or contact him via his Facebook page.