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They walk aloof among us Three percent of the population They reluctantly dine with us Quietly, stifling their frustration They don't look back as you pass They don't want your conversation Empathy is just an alien concept They focus only on self preservation But here's where it gets strange We worship them with huge salaries We beg them to lead us the way We ignore their blatant deceptiveness We hand them our hard earned pay If they say bail out the banksters Or send your kids to a dubious war We offer them our kids and cash Knowing that they will ask for more Stranger still Our history has been sculpted by them We raise bronze statues proudly in their honor Through our plain idleness and cowardice They can reduce this planet to a nuclear goner "How did this madness occur?" We question Why do psychos run banks and governments Checking world history offers a suggestion To why we (the population) are slaves for rent We are simply afraid of those That successfully navigate life With reckless irresponsibility Unchallenged by others strife It is those destructive characters We plead to take political risks In return for obedience and cash To buy more power and obelisks
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Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 3:04 PM UTC
****** Worship
They walk aloof among us Three percent of the population They reluctantly dine with us Quietly, stifling their frustration They don't look back as you pass They don't want your conversation Empathy is just an alien concept They focus only on self preservation But here's where it gets strange We worship them with huge salaries We beg them to lead us the way We ignore their blatant deceptiveness We hand them our hard earned pay If they say bail out the banksters Or send your kids to a dubious war We offer them our kids and cash Knowing that they will ask for more Stranger still Our history has been sculpted by them We raise bronze statues proudly in their honor Through our plain idleness and cowardice They can reduce this planet to a nuclear goner "How did this madness occur?" We question Why do psychos run banks and governments Checking world history offers a suggestion To why we (the population) are slaves for rent We are simply afraid of those That successfully navigate life With reckless irresponsibility Unchallenged by others strife It is those destructive characters We plead to take political risks In return for obedience and cash To buy more power and obelisks
I do like an obelisk, but rewarding  those lacking any moral compass  because they can perpetuate the continued **********  of  the many by the few seems like the lunatics are indeed running the asylum. Or am I mad?
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Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 3:04 PM UTC
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