Dear Friends,
A government is corrupt as it can be,
When it turns on its own citizenry,
The victims rejected,
The villains protected,
And the elite are traitors to their own authority.
You can’t grasp the hand of a mist,
Nor can we negotiate with a hardened fist,
Taking ground is in the book,
Losing land is then forsook,
By a philosophy that’s at it’s core expansionist.
The crimes of the past horrify me,
While today’s crimes I find boring,
Armenian genocide,
Oppression nationwide,
And when it comes my way I’ll cry, why me?
The average mind is trained in logic at school,
And the elite’s actions and goals seem so cruel,
One can’t visualize,
Until you realize,
The elite loath the culture, people and nations they rule.
I’m not shocked the Tories are getting flak,
With the progressives they’ve been in the sack,
Lying like rugs,
Worthless thugs,
And it’s all because the Tories stabbed their voters in the back.
Our bank accounts have got ugly,
The real economy is in a gully,
Everything’s doubled,
Including our troubles,
But don’t worry the rich say we’re in the money.
The elite know better than you,
Our world to be run by a few,
Unlimited in scope,
And without hope,
Because the elite demand arbitrary rule.
You have to believe that brilliant bloke,
Put down the gas and smell the smoke,
The planet’s heating fast,
Our wealth is in the past,
And soon you’ll find you’ve been sold a pig in a poke.
There once was a guy named Elon,
So smart he was almost a Cylon,
Tough as basalt,
Like John Gault,
And set himself to saving mankind from a group moron.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
