The Marketing of Menace

Drag out those primary colours
and watch the rain drift in.
Symbols of the old guard
that traded freedom for treasure.

Standing stiff in the tempest,
mouldy, dank and tepid.
Dripping with slimy disdain
for the underlings who sustain you.

Dust off the bones of tradition
and celebrate the glory of death.
In the staid name of power
and guttural, droning sameness.

Creaking, groaning joints
assailing frame by frame.
Buffeting life’s colour
with endless tales of sacrifice.

Monologues on war,
Diatribes on sin.
Hammer home the truth
as seen on CBS.

Crush those in opposition,
swinging masked fear like a club.
Call in all your favours
and bring the pain home to roost.

I see your fistprint on the airwaves,
moulding shame out of difference,
Ripping Glory out of conformity
And beating despair out of hope.

But oh, just wait old stager,
your fortress will soon crumble
and buckle under the weight of ages
Pressing down relentlessly.

There are those who study your movements,
who see through the veil of lies.
Who work for a fresher world
and a palace made of air.

The Marketing of Menace

IdKid

Sydney, Australia

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Artist's Description

Consolidated power that is self serving is a menace indeed. The marketing of this power may seem subtle, but when placed under examination can be seen to be violent and penetrative. The comfort of tradition, if left unquestioned can often serve to sustain this power. There will always exist power of various types and intensities. I believe that It is through the careful study of power that the truth can be found and an ethical way forward forged.

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