They are the ones That rule the world for fun They disseminate the guns And tell us to run So we flee From their disease That will not cease
Power is control that money buys Burying us in gold and petty lies They tell us the well has run dry While we watch them fly
Fences of barbed wire For us to admire Inferno funeral pyres Burn our desires
When they rattle We're the cattle That goes to battle
They talk to us with false information And real bullets They say it is our fault for instigation The trigger they pull it When their saccharine voice Offers a laughable choice Forsake love and compassion To adopt their fashion Of society crashing They used to use lashings Now they use time Punishing those who aren't complicit in their crimes They put us in prison If we don't agree with their decisions Decimating Bedouin life So they can profit from strife
People ask who "they" are The easiest answer is not me And the problems aren't too far For anybody to see That there is a "they" Not intent on doomsday But numb to the death of strangers Which puts us all in danger I could point to examples like Lockheed Martin and Shell As two companies that put us in hell Or a country like North Korea That has violent ideas Or a man like Donald Trump Who is a parasitic lump
They convince us they don't exist So we don't resist While they insist We enlist In their army Of harming Starring Them We hem And haw While they write laws That point out our flaws That are minimal compared to theirs Yet they are the fortunate heirs Who decide the code of conduct Which is whatever sells their product From plastic to bombs Killing dolphins and moms They feel they can't be wrong When might Is right The meek take flight But there is poison in the air And they don't even care They **** the Earth And ****** its inhabitants What are we worth When it's to the rich we gravitate?
There is an apostle Who's turned into a fossil That is converted into fuel So they can keep their pull And use us as tools To unearth jewels And hoard them Because we can't afford them We surrender our resources to a select few To do what they choose Until we all lose And can't see the light of day Who else to blame but "they"?
Can be found in my self published poetry book βIcyβ. https://www.amazon.com/Icy-Andrew-Rueter-ebook/dp/B07VDLZT9Y/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=Icy+Andrew+Rueter&qid=1572980151&sr=8-1