Dear Friends,
You can walk around talking till you have a great tan,
Speaking from the heart and earnestly man to man,
They dislike what you say,
Though you keep at it all day,
But you’re not in the sun when you’re under a shadow ban.
The elite are swaddled in sweat and fear,
Making the world like a cigarette in beer,
Try to be wise,
Don’t believe the lies,
And they won’t stop till the End Times are here.
There once was an elite hypocritical,
Claiming banning their foes apolitical,
Don’t live in a cave,
There’s a coming wave,
Of outlawing ideas and that’s not hypothetical.
People follow their leaders or so Confucius said,
Into virtue or vice by the elite the people are led,
Do as they say,
The despot’s way,
But nature can’t be denied since our world to it is wed.
As long as weak innocent people are murdered it’s fine,
It protects democracy leftist power and the narrative’s line,
Here them roar,
Stab some more,
And it’ll be just great until progressives taste their own wine.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
