Invasive maneuvers reprisals, unrest parched repercussions defiled battle quest. We are the pawns, slaves of the universe; baby makers, builders, drilled in reverse. for the rich we become a new silken purse. We sing and we dance, get ******* for no money while they salivate over the scent of new money.
The young and the strong are among the most prized, , confused and abused they don't realize that no one will come to answer their cries. Do they think, no they dive off the brink and slowly flounder or drown digging grubs from subterranean ground.
Knuckled under, we hunger a beast that grovels and gropes the emptiness eating away all our hope. No heroes unsung to feed what we crave all are beaten down there's too few who are brave.
While the old folks get strung with a life taking needle, the sick cry out loud until their mewling grows feeble.
Lies swept under the rug, can you feel the tug? It stands to reason, equality is dead now it's power and politics and the rich interbred.
The menial man is the ox of today a senseless illusion as he kneels to pray.
We have no control although we think that we have the rulers in government judge us and laugh Behold the matrix it's here and now, and we are the animals pulling the plow, scraping for scraps with rough blackened nails and small slurps of liquid from rough metal pails?
Beware the wind whispers
as cities fall down and we march to the beat of maniacal clowns. Enjoy what you have before the world turns gray it's not real life that you're living, but dreams slipping away.