unjustices

Pardon for our Crimes

 

Don’t tell us what to say; we know what to do,

 

Voting for a criminal to slide in snake boots,

 

Your hissing and reprobation makes to silence debate,

 

No offering for a solution,

 

Creating problems, dressed in the art of rhetoric.

 

The word is that the war is left with right,

 

I’m ambidextrous and ambivalent,

 

With a mouth sewn shut, so I start a bonfire.

 

 

 

No lies can derail us,

 

A puppet’s wires spun, and spun.

 

Convince us of your reason; cannibals of national pride.

 

We work until our tendons become unravelled,

 

Victims of legislation, but our rights are read to us, forced to abide,

 

We seek shelter, but you offer a mass-produced following,

 

Your factory is industrial; we escape on digital enterprise,

 

The truth is what is mine is yours;

 

A criminal in a suit profits more that you, or I.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Old world poltics are falling apart. Left VS Right no longer applies - people's minds have expanded, information increased widespread. They're not serving their country, just wrestling to get back control.

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