Its one forty nine and I’m hating this time,
were people fighting and arguing no rhyme.
Fearful of their place in live,
wondering whether they’ll even survive.
So much information load,
so many sovereigns are going dissolved.
Those people in power hamstrung indeed,
keeping their jobs and holding back greed.
Public perception is a fickle thing,
divide and conquer was always a win.
So between super polluters spoiling our plot,
from people in lab coats thinking they’re hot.
Workers honest about raising their kids,
to fanatical salesmen hell bent on fibs.
Protein factories where no-one knows,
what in the hell lies in those tubes that glows.
Those grey suited spy’s conspiring away,
knowing they don’t even have the power to pray.
Those public servants who’s preferences were in,
who just want everyone to grin grin grin.
Those age care providers going unloved,
those disabled helpers who relate more to gloves.
Those butchers and farmers who’ll be running our mouths,
to those servicemen hell bent on fixing the shrouds.
Until we get a shadow gov,
and run parallel like the feathers of dove.
Till we partner up with,
and share with smith.
Co-operate away and only assist.
well not get past nor barely persist.
Its our world and I’ll not resist.
Although they have a different ideology to play,
The hegemony will not stop for a second and fray.
The Kleptocracy will,
and the thievocracy shill.
they want you to believe,
that they weren’t born in hell.
But we are all – at a point in our life,
dealing with mountains and lakes of strife.
Till we pair with our enemy,
and hold them tight,
Finding out – what’s their immediate blight.
We’ll never know how hard it’ll be.
if we cant sit down and discuss it with tea.
Not for us not for them.
But for, yes, everyone,
Even for those yet to be seen,
from the weakest to strongest,
Its our hearts that become mean.
Don’t corrupt those innocent hearts,
and leave them smelling your dirty farts.
Raise them up whenever your able,
we should all carry around,
an extended jumper cable.
Its now two twenty two,
in the morn.
And I’m reminded of the sacrifices,
to with which I was born.
I shiver from chill,
I shiver from cold,
I shiver from the times,
I wasn’t couldn’t be bold.
So I’ll go out with an app poll ology,
happy to say sorry,
for both you and me.