Act Two Poem by Mason Maestro

See now this society's darkest hour
Lackeys dare speak truth to power
See the slugs act and do as they deem
See the world hiding from Covid-19

See your streets scaled down to a ghost town
A matchless tragedy that wins the crown
See the marketplace with nothing at market
See the pickpockets with no one to target

See how the hands are tied and nothing to say
Might as well be in Guantanamo Bay
We're at the shitshow and in the front row
Miles and miles from Blow at High Dough

Was it their aim to take on this commission?
Was it their purpose to make it their mission?


*** Intermission ***


The second half begins, please take your seat
On centre stage are a few you should meet
A software magnate that everyone hates
Now a vaccination expert - here is Bill Gates

Next, a financier and consort of Kronos
Financing disorder, here is George Soros
Finally, delegates from the World Economic Forum
And W.H.O. - agents of an obscene quorum

This infodemic war on truth is the real disease
If it escapes - it's guaranteed to displease
Each of their souls upon the altar were hurled
Sold for a place on the throne of the world