Remember, the gunpowder, treason and plot,
House of Commons and so-called Lords forgot.
Welcome to the future, the year is now 2075,
Powers and principalities crash and collide.
Journey into oblivion, a one world government,
Elitists have us all bound, pickaxing at cement.
Loud fireworks on the 5th are a distant memory,
November of yesteryears, a good meal with family,
Freedom never been free in this sordid society.
Remember, we're like chickens on a huge farm,
An open air prison filled with anger and harm.
- Author: Shaunmatthewcpoetry ( Online)
- Published: November 6th, 2024 05:38
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 2
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.