They appreciate the concession yet quarry no quarter
the looks in their eyes indicates slaughter
they cheat the land and taint the water they learned no lessons
ignored the questions
Denied every truth they ought ta
what comes next in this nightmare wonder artificial rain, simulated thunder
plastic lovers’ unlucky numbers
Whose promise would the pirates
not plunder
the belly of the child that grumbles
with a smokers passion they cleared the jungles monoculture media and facts from Wikipedia
again they pass another disappointing session ignoring the quiet voice
ignoring the question
and still we cry
why don’t the people ever ask why
who believes in nothing anymore surely there is more in store
but if noones playing
theres no need to score
no need for greed
no need for war
no need for hurt, no need no more
our young ones born into a world so torn
They dribble.
A Mangled mess of beautiful syllables.
And then
What will they eat when there is no more language?
These phone eyed, soft boned mistakes. Where the natural order is unforgiving. And the notion of fitness,
does not make it true.
Blood and water decide.
They do little more than dribble as they run and hide These leaders, lead believer as they run and hide
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The residence was filled with guests.
All the food was set while the waiters waited.
The agenda was stated
All upper echelons of society came down for the party.
The whore-dourves spread across a clean linen cloth The dress code was exposing
The skin was exposed.
The wolves file past in droves.
The champaign is on ice and so is the socialite
Who writes the rules.
And to what moral compass.
We tack into headwinds, our doomed little dinghy Do we know about wrong, right, left right. Right step That totalitarian dance,
democracy does love to flirt.
They flaunt without concern
The rules are not working.
You can’t make what goes up not come down.
That’s gravity.
That’s the rules.
No that the rich care for rule,
Bar their own
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