"Bread and circuses" (panem et circenses) is a phrase from Roman poet Juvenal, describing how leaders maintain power by providing cheap food and superficial entertainment to distract the populace from political issues and loss of freedom. Historically,
Generations generating totems simulacrums to positions of power
Body language of Control
Appartion appropriation of Word and Image to imply what is true
What is reality being tattooed within the eyes of infants at the moment of birth
Always being educated to learn then unlearn
What is essential to Life manipulated into a tool of coercive blackmail
Narrative broad pretentious and utterly false to the spirit of nature of creation
Hold sick hypnotic narcotic sway over the simply trying to exist masses
While mutations of spiritiual hypocrisy hold the highest positions imagined
But it all may be just that, Imaginary
A temporary Circus wagon rolling around and around one circular Town
Loudspeakers blaring empty promises of entertainment and treats
Promises too empty to occupy the dream they pretend to represent
Treats so poisonous that they devour in the devouring
Every name becomes a number
Each number is a figure
Locked in random cells of chaos and decay
"Wherefore we cry out"
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2026-04-27 at 22:15
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Bread and Circuses
Long running scam devouring the substance of human dreamsGenerations generating totems simulacrums to positions of power
Body language of Control
Appartion appropriation of Word and Image to imply what is true
What is reality being tattooed within the eyes of infants at the moment of birth
Always being educated to learn then unlearn
What is essential to Life manipulated into a tool of coercive blackmail
Narrative broad pretentious and utterly false to the spirit of nature of creation
Hold sick hypnotic narcotic sway over the simply trying to exist masses
While mutations of spiritiual hypocrisy hold the highest positions imagined
But it all may be just that, Imaginary
A temporary Circus wagon rolling around and around one circular Town
Loudspeakers blaring empty promises of entertainment and treats
Promises too empty to occupy the dream they pretend to represent
Treats so poisonous that they devour in the devouring
Every name becomes a number
Each number is a figure
Locked in random cells of chaos and decay
"Wherefore we cry out"
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
Read 5 times
Written on 2026-04-27 at 22:15
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