Stop messing with our minds
We are not your clones
Stop programming our brain to do your dirty work
We are not your slaves
Stop these terrible lies to under take your financial gain
We are not the stock market or your banks
Which enjoys vicious monopoly games
Stop cutting off the food chain and supplying us with little grains
We are not statues or mannequins
That are emotionless and out of touch
Stop analysing us, we are flesh and bone
The treasures and artefact's of this world
Rare, priceless, special and unique
Creative, clever, imaginative and inventive
WE ARE THE HUMANS
Sent unto this earth to fulfil our Creator and masters plan
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Author:
Patricia Garcia Howard Bramble (
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- Category: Reflection
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I never knew Monopoly was a vicious game! lol. (My daft joke.)
And I heard another voice from heaven, saying, Come out of her, my people, that you be not partakers of her sins, and that ye receive not of her plagues.
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