Dear Friends,
Sly language makes truth witless,
Twisting up lies from the abyss,
Sages see the thread,
So Kung Sung Lung said,
A white horse is not a horse but a black or yellow one is.
There once was a government corrupt,
Their crimes cunning and developed,
As he counted his wad of cash,
And their fall was slow at first then came abrupt.
Attack the billionaires they are few,
Many are evil scumbags tis true,
Justice is just though,
And I want to know,
Does Reich not deserve his riches too?
The wise protect themselves and put,
Their treasures away from ashy soot,
It’s hard to win the race,
Since migration is a bullet in our foot.
The elite’s opinions are fine,
To be repeated over wine,
They must be heard,
No matter how absurd,
But our opinions always cross a line.
That groups are hated is quotidian,
Especially since there is no guardian,
Birds of a feather,
Should stick together,
Like the Jews, Roma and the Armenian.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
