The Winding Down

Your introduction is your downfall
In an empire crumbled from within,
You’re told to run as you learn to crawl,
And that a losing hand will help you win.
The set up happens from the start,
The slide of hand is your false guard,
The stacks of chips tear you apart,
The dealer marks every playing card.

You are kept from getting things going
And keeping any going on the move,
In here there is just knowing
That the so-called truth has nothing to prove.
Nothing happens just by chance,
Profit makes the monster want some more,
While the world bankers finance
Both sides of every single war.

School is just indoctrination,
Patriotism wants to be your mother,
They pin nation against nation,
They put brother against brother.
Everybody gets included,
Armed to spread more misery,
Puppet masters know just how to do it,
They also own every weapons factory.

Marionettes perform their usual act,
They spit out poison politics,
And pledge to leave your dreams intact
As they expose each others tricks.
The ballot box pretends to count,
Each vote is choice putting up no true fight,
And new law is made for the right amount,
The powers control the left and the right.

The self destruction is contrived,
Administered through the food chain,
The winding down has now arrived,
Prepackaged just to bring you pain.
The elite put up their industrial thumbs,
Combining forces for your daily bread,
It all comes down to poisoned crumbs,
With medicines that kill you dead.

© Manuel Lozano 2013 - they do not dispense medicines/only drugs

Poison

Everyone is a victim
In a dark room full of suspects,
They’re feeding you poison
Passed on as historical text.
It goes down the spine
And it jumps to the heart,
It brings a cold shadow
That whispers from the start,
It herds you like cattle
To be American book-smart.

It’s hard to see it coming
When it’s all based on trust,
They’re feeding you poison
With the sprayed fibers and dust.
Lines blanket the blue sky
As pilots come and go,
With aluminum particle shawls
Hazing out the sun’s glow,
Like bird droppings it falls
On everything down below.

Eat up your modified nutrient
Dead molecular travesty,
They’re feeding you poison
Through the food industry.
It looks like its picture,
But it never relates,
At the head of the table
Your daily serving awaits,
There’s no need to label
What goes onto the plates.

They leak all the false truths
To keep you distracted,
They’re feeding you poison
Saying a few crazy ones acted.
Your blood starts to boil,
And your senses get excited,
You end up marching on the roster
With black powder, set to ignite it,
They create a fake monster
And order that you go fight it.

The nightmare makers
Take all of your voices,
They’re feeding you poison
Through your competing choices.
It’s always been instigated
To make it look like it’s progress,
But human progress is murder
When leaders gain from your losses,
You get an imposter sheep herder
Who sacrifices you in the process.

Either way they got you,
Whether you’re sheep or you’re cattle,
They’re feeding you poison
To thin out the herd for the battle,
The one they are instigating
To guide towards their own conclusion.
The bankers devalue their bank notes,
Banking on their sinister execution
That we cut each others throats,
But ours is a different kind of revolution.

© Manuel Lozano 2012

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Left and a Right/Ballot Box Burns

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Everyone is being given a choice
Between all those that will eventually harm you,
The same ones that censor your voice
As they go on to disarm you.
A crooked center with a left and a right
Ascends from the bowels of the darkest night
With plans of false peace that set off a storm.
With smiling faces and the power of speech,
They will try to take everything they reach
With your children in the army they form.

Many will rise up to put in their word,
Fooled into thinking that their phrasing is gold,
The song deep inside them will be one caged up bird,
Silenced with no fight as it’s bought and sold.
The dead advocates are still doing their thing,
Rewarding the beauty of being able to sing
To spread a poison absorbed through the senses,
And deep in the pocket the faces are burning,
While outside yourself the body is yearning
For nutritional value with no deadly consequences.

Others will insist that its all just a story,
A theory conspired by rebellious thought,
While many are set up to fight for false glory
In a move that will strip you of all you have got.
The terror is plotting from inside the system—
Domestic betrayers killing all the old wisdom
That holds on to its true righteous roots.
They try to sever the link to all that is sacred,
And plant the seeds of anger and hatred
Through all the false dreams of material pursuits.

Few are the ones that will honor the ancestors,
Able to hold on to their true spirit of resistance,
While the world is sold to a group of investors
Who plot every move of your very existence,
And away from the shadows the people will stand,
In their maize feet, with machete in hand,
And the song of their flower rising with each note.
The medicine of their word will be a ritual cleansing,
Running insiders out through their white picket fencing
As the true elders gather to cast their vote.

© Manuel Lozano 2012

Alma Rebelde

Alma Rebelde

Mi cielo se mira en el espejo del rio,
El sol llega y corona al amanecer,
Los pajarillos cantan con tanta alegria
Mientras los campos comienzan a florecer.
Mi alma rebelde para y suspira,
Las lineas fueron marcadas en ese papel,
Pues ese paisage tan lindo que mira
Ya nunca jamas podra ser de el.

Hay arbol torcido sin alguna esparanza,
Mi raiz necesita beber de esa agua,
Pero entre tanta barrera no se alcanza
El fondo del pozo de la epoca antigua.
Mi cielo se nubla al recordar el pasado,
La luz no ilumina ninguna pared,
Aqui me encuentro desconocido y cansado
Sin alguna manera de curar esta sed.

Hay alma rebelde que bien me conoces,
Sabes naci para hacer lo que tengo que hacer,
Aquellas tormentas en aquellas voces
Dividen la tierra por puro placer.
La vida camina al son del latido,
Y este guerrero al tambor de batalla,
Los cercos cicatrizan lo que han herido
Alli donde la sombra cuelga su medalla.

Hay sangre mia que resistes con calma,
No hay cosa mejor que saber quien naciste,
La historia esta escrita en la palma,
Y el puño de tierra sabra lo que combatiste.
Por hoy me ocupo en sonar las alarmas,
El rio no canta sin el movimiento,
Con estas palabras me levanto en armas,
Pues cruzan fronteras en las alas del viento.

Hay corazon mio que tanto te duele,
Si supieras lo tanto que hay que decir,
Mi voz y mi mente dicen que te consuele,
Pero algunas cosas no son facil de traducir.
Tu sientes aquello que quema por dentro,
Y no puedo seguir con los brazos cruzados,
Aquel guerrillero se encuentra en el centro
De aquellas tormentas que an creado dos lados.

Mi cielo se mira en el espejo del rio,
El sol llega y corona al amanecer,
El pueblo aquel se encuentra dividido
En tierra indigena donde vine a nacer.
Mi alma rebelde se encuentra dispuesto,
No hay consecuencia que me mantenga callado,
Al rio yo vengo a reclamar lo nuestro,
Pero veo que nadie se encuentra a mi lado.

© Manuel Lozano 2009

The United States, Inc.

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It’s one big bag of tricks,
Robbery is the game,
Organized crime and politics
Are one and the same,
A bought-out nation,
Just too over-rated,
One big complication—
The United States, Incorporated.

Business as usual,
Top stories are scripted,
Children lose what is crucial,
The old ones get evicted.
It’s a silence that’s deadly,
The truth goes unstated,
Liars act friendly—
The United States, Incorporated.

You are born into debt,
There is just digging deeper,
Of the dreams you once kept,
Not one was a keeper,
Always someone else’s dream,
Part of being indoctrinated,
One big bank-rolling scheme—
The United States, Incorporated.

Add up your wealth,
You won’t get what you need,
They will disrupt your health
With the new dying seed,
It sprouts razor wire,
You can’t get situated,
You get burned in the fire—
The United States, Incorporated.

Survival is futile,
You are part of the process,
Guilty without trial,
You belong to the bosses,
And the bosses are sell-outs,
They swear they have made it,
For you there are no bail-outs—
The United States, Incorporated.

This one’s for the share-holders,
There is no acting casual,
The cleansing moves boulders
To remove all that is un-natural,
It rolls over the landscape,
The fantasy gets devastated,
There is no chance for escape—
The United States, Incorporated.

© Manuel Lozano 2012

Red, White and Blue

Your homeland is in danger,
Just like your dreams,
The sky and the mountains,
The rivers and streams,
And everything in them,
They’re coming for you,
Broken treaties and promises
In red, white and blue.

The menace advances,
The fencing sprouts thorns,
It all gets divided,
No old flower adorns.
Every garden is trampled,
No more sweet morning dew,
Lines will be drawn
In red, white and blue.

The old ways are threatened,
All customs now fade,
The nightmare that’s roaring
Is American made.
Like a midnight conductor,
It’s rumbling through,
The oppressors are coming
In red, white and blue.

They aim for your children,
To make them forget,
They fill them with poison
And no self respect.
Their names will be taken,
The old dies with the new,
History will be re-told
In red, white and blue.

It’s all repetition,
A progress that kills,
Trades bad-medicine bags
For crisp dollar bills.
The new tradition erupts,
See the volcano spew,
Death and destruction
In red, white and blue.

© Manuel Lozano 2011





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