You all blaming the yellow man,
for the virus you failed to can.
Man on the verge of extinction,
living a life of fiction.
This generation won't get fooled again,
Cos love reigns over the pain.
The markets favor the rich,
food stamps for the bitch.
WHO is fooling who?
Anarchy next, or a bloody coup.
- Author: Gammers (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: July 7th, 2021 12:18
- Category: Sociopolitical
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- Users favorite of this poem: Gary Booker
Comments4
Food stamps for the bitch, sounded so raw in my head!
Most definitely a hammer to a nail on this one my friend.
Sadly fantastic work!
True words Gary - unfortunately.
Welcome to MPS.
so 'Greedy Immoral fallible human Scientists'
(shock, breaking news - science isn't: our all-knowing Answer)
were financed by greedy American investors
to experiment using an undercover lab in China
and develop (Banned in the 'Civilised' USA) weaponised diseases;
inspired by a localised virus, effecting a bat population..
it all went wrong, (as a common theme in humanity's greed)
it escaped, became highly contagious and nature did its thing;
WHO wanted to insure governments reacted
to limiting the spread and finding vaccine solutions
and so acted like it was a deaf and dumb organisation;
plus China and America were equally to blame
and both are the top two 'donation providers' to WHO
(what could possibly be corruptive, about that scenario?)
world governments, sht their pants
cos they know they do the very same thing
just that they haven't been found-out - yet
so they shut-up and looked the other way;
Media, can't report sht
cos then they would have to backtrack
and show themselves to be
the morally bankrupt - rabid, pathetically poisonous vermin
that they all are;
and YouTube Guru's - choose to profit
and 'grow their divisive audiences'
by choosing 'sides' and becoming another
broken chain in that information sharing, cynical mechanism
modernity has conspired to abuse and discredit, so successfully;
so now, here
we type our mishmash of half-truth's
and hypothesised assumptions, knowing
under all our bluster and toothless berating
even we few, who care
are just: bewildered by the sheer depthless cesspool
of our society's decrepitly corrupted state, where
even just the concept of finding a place
to start our healing, will render us
completely and utterly: deflated...
this - is our gift to those children
we're fighting to provide-for and protect, daily
this - is our legacy in the annals of history
this: is why its so easy for so many
to run around acting like, anarchy
is a tangible solution, acting ignorant of its inhumanity,
while other's plot to realise their 'bloodthirsty utopia'
of 'woketivist nouveau communism'
sighting it as being marginally better
than modernity's 'futile nihilism...'
and yet, still
at the end of this opinionated, depressing tirade
I can just shake my exhausted head
look out from a nearby widow, and smile
thinking:
'not today!
I'm still gonna Choose, to fight and salvage
for the best of what life has to provide;
so even if the world collapses around me, I know
all I have to do - if I'm chosen to survive, is pick up
a broken piece and try to find
its broken home, piece by piece
day by day, step by step
while cherishing every gifted breath...!
I would settle for the first four lines Gary.
The fifth, ‘This generation won't get fooled again‘- oh I wish I could be that sure….
Anarchy or coup? Hopefully the elements will wipe the population before then…though thankfully I won’t be around to either witness or participate.
Repeating, Welcome to MPS – Responses to others work Is what gives MPS its energy – so go for it!
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