Neil Adams

Rookie (19/01/94 / Belfast)

A Controlled Society Poem by Neil Adams

Your vote doesn't count, your a victim of torture
The system is corrupt, dawn of a new world order
Bow your head and take the pain
We are insects, a part of the game

Pay your taxes, watch TV
We will soon end it, if you don't agree
Agree to our laws of destruction and pain
Please feel free, to go insane

They poison your mind with political shit
When they are asked the question, they to scared to admit
Admit to the lies of a controlled society
Don't act like heroes do not preach piety

Its just to bad that the people are asleep
You've made them zombies, they're in too deep
Use our money and get luxuries for yourself
When your 'country' is bleeding and of ill health

For you people who think its a lie
I feel sorry for you because your going to die
Not psychically, not in any way
But your mind will melt and fade away

Submitted: Monday, April 09, 2012

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