Chapter Eight
No.107
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Project Left has worked, they are all dumb
They believe Politicians, the Media, Big Tech and the Banks
Author: Nigel G Wilcox 08.09.22
Today we all walk alone
Those privileged, are now the unaccountable Gods;
Self-elected, self-righteous, selfish moronic automatons
They lie, they manipulate, they cheat in mass,
On voting elections they are just crass
We the people see the fa ade.
Politicians are the kings not wearing their yarns.
They walk around as if toffee nosed, rich.
They are, as they pay themselves, whatever they can reach .
From the banks of the people they gutter laugh to disdain,
With their subsidies on food and drink they don t have to explain.
Their low heating bills, they don t despair or sink .
Out of sight out of mind; they declare and not think.
We only see the food banks on the street.
They just with their eyes blankly meet the beggars they repeat.
They; the politician are the idiots once ignored;
Our parents could see they were incompetent frauds
The millennials today; just want more and more,
Well! They were given everything, since young from the day they crawled,
They will take from others without discourse,
Steal it, violate it and destroy it and there s more
They will not debate, only lamplight, until one exasperates and ignores.
They are infants, they cannot speak or think, of course
They are the new automatons, how so bleak.
Morals or intelligence are lost in the speak,
As governments dissect common sense, litigate without recall or repent,
So they can play, it s a project, an experiment.
We have the sheep, the animal farm, directorate
They don t talk, just bleat from afar as told by the inspectorate
Those privileged, are now the unaccountable Gods;
Self-elected, self-righteous, selfish moronic automatons
They lie, they manipulate, they cheat in mass,
On voting elections they are just crass
We the people see the fa ade.
Politicians are the kings not wearing their yarns.
They walk around as if toffee nosed, rich.
They are, as they pay themselves, whatever they can reach .
From the banks of the people they gutter laugh to disdain,
With their subsidies on food and drink they don t have to explain.
Their low heating bills, they don t despair or sink .
Out of sight out of mind; they declare and not think.
We only see the food banks on the street.
They just with their eyes blankly meet the beggars they repeat.
They; the politician are the idiots once ignored;
Our parents could see they were incompetent frauds
The millennials today; just want more and more,
Well! They were given everything, since young from the day they crawled,
They will take from others without discourse,
Steal it, violate it and destroy it and there s more
They will not debate, only lamplight, until one exasperates and ignores.
They are infants, they cannot speak or think, of course
They are the new automatons, how so bleak.
Morals or intelligence are lost in the speak,
As governments dissect common sense, litigate without recall or repent,
So they can play, it s a project, an experiment.
We have the sheep, the animal farm, directorate
They don t talk, just bleat from afar as told by the inspectorate
Today We Walk Alone