politricks poem.

Esaz666

well i was just repliying to some of the threads on here and decided to write something.


The hole

Look at the two actors posing on the stage,
watch the movement choreographed, controlled in every way,
They are the politicians talking today,
with $ signs in their eyes and nothing much to say,
forgetting mothers sons are getting Shot or just plain blown away.

Who are they?,
There the one's who sold our principles for fear in an enemy unknown.
I see only a face on tv, I know who it might be, But the coldist killers wear suits not guns.

Cant you see through the game?,
someone's there, someone to blame.
When was the last time we were attacked?,
who have they got now in the frame?,
we have much more to fear from those who seek to gain.

A sky scrapper may fall,but how many more must die in a war.
a corpse is a corpse after all.

Our politicians hands are dripping with blood,
meanwhile they sit there looking all smug, they rake in the cash for
they know what to do, While dead children souls make money for the machine.

But what can we do, we have little faith, no power to change - democracy ..

just sit down with your cup of tea, its nothing that bad really,
switch on the lies on your colour tv,what does it matter it couldnt happen to me?
could it ?.

Theres a hole in the core of the earth,where the blood drips out at the end of the day.
It could be yours or so they say, coming to a tv set soon.