Oh how cunning these rulers are,
Providing solutions near and far.
You’ve got a problem?
Yes we know.
We created it oh so slow.
You perceived that the problem was there
And then reacted with scare and prayer.
So we created a solution for you,
One that we wanted to ensue.
Now isn’t that clever?
Isn’t that sly?
And you still can’t figure it out
Or understand why?
The solution never works out at all.
The trap was set
And now you fall.
Oh we’re ingenious. We’ve done it again.
And you still don’t know
You’re sheep in our pen.
But people are predictable most everyday.
So problem, reaction, solutions our way
Keep your idols
And your media games.
Our puppets will act
So you won’t know our names.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem