All fighting against one another
Instead of the establishment
To us, they no type of family, mother or brother
They money hungry, corrupt and bent
We the cockroaches crawling under the fence
While they try and stomp on us, looking tense
Sooner or later they will get their penance
We are marching to the beat of who's drum?
I look on
As we all bullets being shot at each other
From the end of an elite's gun
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Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
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The situation seems, right now to go from bad to worse.
A neat summary of the current situation where humanity has taken a backseat - or most probably been thrown out all together by your 'elites'.
Aye pal, sad but true.
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