Dear Friends,
We’re on the hook for their stupid mistake,
Their failures are ours since we’re not on the take,
A few thousand deaths there,
More suffering than their share,
Because the elite are filled with greed, envy and hate.
Some say Alex Jones should do time,
Others think what he says is just fine,
He’s in the fight,
Shining a light,
Which is the worst kind of thought crime.
The politically disfavored are easy to fire,
Our progressive society has become a mire,
Deny the clues,
It only proves,
You can’t get rid of a diversity hire.
There’s no sense seeking redress,
When truth is being suppressed,
As was predicted,
Bannon was convicted,
But Hunter need not worry about contempt of congress.
Above the law are they,
The rest of us are clay,
Mold as they wish,
Into a heart or fist,
And with the worse of crimes the elite get away.
Our laws are applied with context in mind,
Applying political favor of the best kind,
Target the little guy,
While the elite fly,
Because other than double… standards are hard to find.
Protesting for a redress of grievances brings alarm,
So they set up a false flag with outrage to farm,
Arson’s okay,
Iconoclasm away,
And there’s no problem whatsoever with pulling a fire alarm.
An alternate version of reality,
Has been conjured up for us to see,
Freedom is a misty mire,
Back into the dumpster fire,
And they’ll put an end to democracy.
A nation once founded on ethics,
Then sinned with the horror of eugenics,
Censorship’s a must,
Democracy’s a bust,
And now it’s ruled by fascist relics.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
