i think the title speaks for itself lol
Outside my street
Along with a growl
Metallic and satanic
Combined in industry
Killing this earth
People dying from starvation
While we sit at home moaning
What really do we have to moan about
Our lives seem meaningless
We pay for our happiness
False happiness from material
The struggle each day
To get money for there country
Grit and bone burnt
For our material happiness
Once our own are threatened
Or damaged, or distressed
We pull out all stops to help
Never mind the many others
In this world
That are really ours
False equality
Unwritten lies
Speaken by pigs in suits
Since when were the rich
Suitable to run countries
Why not the common folk
That they reign over.
We are taxed to death
The government claim
It's the only way
Then you see their big bellys
And their big bank accounts
Maybe if we cut their bellies
All their money will come spilling out
Then poverty and tax will be over
Footballers
Entertainers
Do they really need so much money
To live, in their lifestyle
Helicopters and private jets
But their saints if they give
Money to charity.
Which in turn they get money from
Aswell as popularity
Welcome to our false world
Poetry by jacy
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Written on 2005-10-15 at 09:22
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False World
Bells tollingOutside my street
Along with a growl
Metallic and satanic
Combined in industry
Killing this earth
People dying from starvation
While we sit at home moaning
What really do we have to moan about
Our lives seem meaningless
We pay for our happiness
False happiness from material
The struggle each day
To get money for there country
Grit and bone burnt
For our material happiness
Once our own are threatened
Or damaged, or distressed
We pull out all stops to help
Never mind the many others
In this world
That are really ours
False equality
Unwritten lies
Speaken by pigs in suits
Since when were the rich
Suitable to run countries
Why not the common folk
That they reign over.
We are taxed to death
The government claim
It's the only way
Then you see their big bellys
And their big bank accounts
Maybe if we cut their bellies
All their money will come spilling out
Then poverty and tax will be over
Footballers
Entertainers
Do they really need so much money
To live, in their lifestyle
Helicopters and private jets
But their saints if they give
Money to charity.
Which in turn they get money from
Aswell as popularity
Welcome to our false world
Poetry by jacy
Read 533 times
Written on 2005-10-15 at 09:22
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