Knife Twist
To those on high so hyper politicalA job for life to twist the knife as you see fit
Never mind the lies so hypocritical
There's nothing to see here, just adhere and that is it
We watch you wallow in such riches, we die
Eating rusty saws for food here in the trenches
Watching the puppets dance to the latest lie
Something like cancer in the gut sickness wrenches
All our little dreams away violently obscene
An evil time of empty mouths and pantomime
Promises paid for by phantoms of green
Fields and pastures sunny days cities rot with crime
There's nothing to see here, just adhere and that is it
A job for life to twist the knife as you see fit...
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2022-02-10 at 21:35
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