Gideon Soldiers Poem by Wilfred Mellers

Gideon Soldiers
Written by: Wilfred Mellers August 10,2015

I live in a prison of my design.
I attend the church of the Poisoned Mind.
Misunderstood, misinformed, misrepresented, and undereducated.
Our culture is adored yet we're still hated.

Mind control is the source of your religion.
Infiltration bent you sent a stool pigeon.
Considered half a man and still a child.
A feral dog and a beast are still wild.

To our faces, you wear your plastic smile.
Out of your mouth spews words so vile.
Hide the truth from the youth.
Baptized in lies our ancestor's cries.

Often overlooked and mistook as a criminal.
Television's subversive messages are subliminal.
Caught up in a system of perpetual poverty.
Freed to live in economic slavery.

Branded, beaten into submission.
Forced and divorced by circumcision.
Refused and abused by those sworn to protect.
Liverish impoverished to face neglect.

We are called by names of, hoodlums, and thieves, yet they stole us.
Battered and bruised, relegated to sit at the back of the bus.
100 million natives slaughtered but you say we are violent.
Assassinated our heroes to keep them silent.

History whitewashed to its end.
To fight for your rights in wars you send.
Your money to us, you won't lend.
Not a penny to keep us alive you'll spend.

Here are words for those wise.
There will come a day when our rights will be exercised.
For the world, we've held up on our shoulders.
Off to war the Gideon soldiers.

Noble, the cause of our cleaning quest.
Standing up for those who are oppressed.
Those who are so monetarily obsessed.
Truly by demons, you are possessed.