A top layer system, above all that we know. With royals and bankers and popes out for show.
Wealth flowing upward, our system to theirs.
Leaving us down here playing that game with the chairs
The system's a pyramid, but built in's a stop.
just look at your money, disconnected on top.
To get to the top part, means towing their line.
You become then immune to all resembling a crime.
Hear what I say, and you'll know that it's true.
The wealth of this system, extracted from you.
the top part disconnected, that dwells way up high.
Is ours once the red king is above the cats eye.
Until then their secrets will snowball and fall.
The knowledge we gather will make them act small.
They'll give us the ones that are obvious to see.
Hoping that stops us from shaking their tree.
A lie cannot live without energy from you.
But the truth lives forever always looking brand new.
Don't let them fool you, they know what you need.
for filling their coffers and making you bleed.
The way that you stop them, soon you will see.
By forgiving yourself, you awaken the key.
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Author:
Steve Glodenfort (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 25th, 2025 18:42
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Comments3
A poem of political intent. A poem of good rhyme and flow
Self-forgiveness is a challenge, isn't it? All those wretched things we've done.....
An enjoyable read, reminder us greed that is ever growing in this world, particularly in, political circles, nicely expressed
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