DragonSlaya
echoes & susurrations of a cosmic Gh0st
echoes & susurrations of a cosmic Gh0st
The Politics
First Posted: 03/19/08Posted by: Ahkenaton
T he usual politics Two-party and a bag of the same old tricks The unseen rulers These “democratic” dictators Those select few The jaundiced sheep, the clans and the hypocritical pew The rich getting richer and the poor, poorer The masses, eduated and not Getting even dumber Scrambling for more, more, more Or less of the fading tower It's an ever-changing story The fraud you call history That has some now looking to flee Waxed wings on the invisible bee The pompous beneath a stricken tree The galactic politics A circle of treachery and tricks It's a damn good bet When the end rain starts Bodies will get all scattered and wet And from the shades of a large executive state named conspire I clearly saw A ring Lying on a blanched and forlorn finger The knell The knoll You'll reap what you once sold The politics… © 2008 AhkenatonShare this poem:
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