The Price of Silence
by Raederle Phoenix
If they can get you asking the wrong questions,
They don’t have to worry about the answers.
This is the price of silence.
This is the height of mindless.
Suppress the inner violence,
Soothe the chills – and freewill.
Popping pills, chronically ill
Wondering when we’ll be well.
Don’t worry about the fee —
Insurance can poison you for free.
Trust the prescription, obey the direction,
Can’t get an erection?
Minor side effect, like minor insects
Drop dead on glyphosate snacks
in your breakfast.
From sky, to land, to your head,
Eating your Roman daily bread,
Wired to a screen, the circus.
This is the price of blindness.
Popping pills and compliance.
Suppress the inner violence,
Soothe the chills – and freewill.
Feels like the flu,
But doc says there’s nothing wrong with you,
It’s time to take that cue,
Unlock these clues:
Raze the trees, the fire in me.
Replaced rainforests with ranches.
No topsoil, just a roil
of guts filled with spam and junk.
Isn’t this the land of the grand
And free? As long as you’re not a she
or a zi. Then the land of the free
will yield you poisons a’plenty.
Packaging, pricing and pretty frames,
Designed to trick you into eating aspartame.
It reads sugar-free, what exactly are you putting in me?
The label lies, read between them lines:
Microplastic plays hack-a-sack,
Modified fats and chemical crap,
Cancer is right around the track.
This is the price of silence.
Popping pills and compliance.
Suppress the inner violence,
Soothe the chills – and freewill.
Macro or micro, the biome is on fire.
Feeling tired? Take your pot, tooth rot;
Receding gums? Cigars rolled with tar.
Drink your pop, down your fries,
Tell me it’s too costly to stop, to rise.
What’s more expensive than your own demise?
Excuse me while I point out
what life about:
Connecting, creating, laughing.
Growing, giving, gifting.
Caring, and truth-blaring.
Who wants to live forever
suffering in misery?
I’d rather be history!
This is the price of blindness.
This is the height of mindless.
Suppress the inner violence,
Soothe the chills – and freewill.
If they can get you asking the wrong questions,
They don’t have to worry about the answers.
Why don’t we eat the dandelions?
We’re hypnotized by taboos
around all our foods.
Gas prices, groceries,
All our worries
But:
What’s more expensive
than fatigue and wasted weekends?
I refuse to comply,
I break this link
In the chain of lies.
I’m my own goddess.
My body is my temple,
Each meal is an offering.
Food is my revolution.
A frontline for restitution.
I demand transparency, sustainability.
This is the rise of defiance.
We choose life; we break the silence.
Hear our cries of truthful science —
We got our friends – and freewill.
The media’s function: information corruption.
Now stop the false information circulation,
This corrupt and blatant manipulation.
This isn't progress in the food industry,
This is the world's most obvious conspiracy.
If they can get you asking the wrong questions,
They don’t have to worry about the answers.
By Raederle Phoenix
Note: This is kind-of a remake/remix of my prior work, Obvious Conspiracy, from 2011.
© 2025 Raederle Phoenix West. Some Rights Reserved.
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