Rage
They're mostly men in blue-black suits.A contrast tie and brogue-style boots
they bear as vestment of their sect;
the black apostles of Neglect
They are this Planets' Berlusconis,
envoys, potentates and cronies.
They smile without and hate within -
they're avarice in human skin.
They all are part of an elite
of narcisstic swine in heat
who speak of honour as they plan
to eat, to fuck and get a tan.
They are the moral code Depleters
the Michelin star restaurant eaters
who crave attention to their needs
whilst hoping time unlearn their deeds.
Its time to stop and stand up straight
to let them bear our brimstone hate.
As man for decades has stood muted
the pigs have ruled us undisputed.
Poetry by An-ders
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Written on 2011-11-02 at 21:52
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