Desperate Are The Ones Who Crave Poem by Kelvin Rush

Desperate are the ones who crave
Destined to be like a slave
Don't talk back or misbehave
You must conform from birth to grave

Mimic each and every foe
Weakened guard with every blow
Dream of change and overthrow
Same old nonsense same old show

State run schools broken homes
Rules for fools sheep-like clones
Threatening language sticks and stones
Run for cover deadly drones

Sugar coated tales and lies
Heed the constant desperate cries
Fooled again it's no surprise
No one voted for these guys

Run with the pack hold the line
Start the attack by design
Destroy your neighbour with hate and crime
Humiliate dictate torment and malign

The lunatics are out in force
Creating havoc conceal the source
Show no mercy or remorse
You'll pay the price in due course

Desperate are the ones who hide
Anything to avoid the ride
Pitiful fearful dead inside
Freedom started the day you died