Walking down these empty streets,
With homeless begging at your feet.
To see a person and have no emotion,
Is all in the plans of this political motion.
When the rich get richer and poor die off,
All for the sake of some well off toff.
Whilst they sit there in their mansion,
Causing a slaughter worse than Manson.
You just sit there and let them talk,
About how you need then and without them you will rot.
But just remember this simple rule,
If we don't follow can they still rule?
Whilst they take control of the banker,
When you state the truths you're mad as a hatter.
Conspiracy nuts are on the rise,
They see the truth behind their lies.
All the stories that are never told,
Wars are started over liquid black gold.
Support their lies and follow the slaughter,
But just remember that's someone's daughter.
Whilst you sit there and fed their lies,
Wake up now and see past the disguise.
As children are bombed and their mothers are murdered,
And for what you ask?
The eternal blunder
- Author: Jondoe909 ( Offline)
- Published: September 18th, 2016 06:34
- Comment from author about the poem: again go easy please lol all constructive comments are more than welcome hope its not just me that feels this way
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 136
Comments2
Follow the money. Thanks.
Wonderful and to the point, great write
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