They could care less...
Who comes to add blood and/or funds
To their monetary war chest!
These beasts are beating
Peace into the ground...
No matter who confronts them with protest!
The few want to rule.
To enslave all of us in detention camps...
Like mindless fools now used as tools!
They could care less...
Who comes to add blood and/or funds
To their monetary war chest!
They are counting on the dollar...
To fall to have us caged in in squalor!
That's why the borders go unpatrolled.
To have million fighting,
To make excuses for control!
But that is not going to happen.
As their plans unfold!
An encounter with a higher power comes!
To leave them and their ambitions stunned!
Unknown by the many...
Although these events will be told!
Leaving them left behind...
To be squashed like insects,
In nests no one can fathom, comprehend or define!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lawrence, You are right on my friend... As a slumbering populace awakens the wicked few shall be brought to light...then evil shall implode. Peace, Ray