Dear Friends,
Once there was a conspiracy theory of dread,
Whomever uttered it called wrong in the head,
Such dark elite,
An unholy feat,
But not a theory turns out it was right in red.
Bound by elitist mediocrity and striving,
We fight central planning’s dark conniving,
With a multitude of heads,
And a multitude of dreads,
We scream in a car with the Devil driving.
The elite don’t want us to see or think twice.
Fight die and making the ultimate sacrifice,
Some give others flaunt,
They definitely don’t want,
That we should take Smedley Butler’s advice.
Most aware people are feeling some rejection,
The legal system apparently lacks introspection,
As a shooting star,
The elite just as far,
Above the law as we are below its protection.
The difference between a theory a truth is ____,
It depends on what makes the conniver ___,
Give them your ___,
Listen to the call,
And fight for a double standard made of tin.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
