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Wizard in Glass

Encased in your tower, which no luxury can surpass
You manipulate your ant farm and you laugh
You control the real estate, currencies, oil and gas
You sit like Ramses and you tap down your staff
What kind of man places a bird in cages for him to sing?
Wondering why, they still sing on inside the throng
He thinks it is because of his power over everything
But the bird sings because he remembers freedom's song
The bird looks out from his prison, and chirps aloud
He sees you, and knows what will come to pass
Woe, all the high and the mighty create their own cloud
The bird looks a you, just a wizard in a glass
Who is free and who is a prisoner, sometimes it's hard to tell
Is it the man who is living or the one cunning with a spell?
When is man a king and when becomes a man a slave?
Is it the man who saves everything, or the man who gave and gave?

You wryly count the swindles that you have stolen
As the board members enviously pat you upon you back
How many more members of the poor are you controlling?
They'll want forever as you place them in your satin sack
You gather the souls that Lucifer gives you to collect
A king's ransom you are paid, and this eases voices inside
How much do you owe? Are you not also a one who's in debt?
At least the poor man is honest about his needs and he has not lied
The bird looks out from his prison, and chirps aloud
He sees you, and knows what will come to pass
Woe, all the high and the mighty create their own cloud
The bird looks a you, just a wizard in a glass
When men sing of freedom, they sing beneath the self crowned elite
With their tangled webs of the wisdom of men they bleat
But even the sheep know a good Shepard and a wolf on the prowl
One knows where the air is sweet and where it has gone foul
The bird looks out from his prison, and chirps aloud
He sees you, and knows what will come to pass
Woe, all the high and the mighty create their own cloud
The bird looks a you, just a wizard in a glass

Submitted: Monday, January 28, 2013


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  • Anthony Di''anno (3/17/2013 5:25:00 AM)

    Very well said Alfred. The world is waking all the while to the wizard of wonga. Well written.

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  • Nasarudheen Parameswaran (1/28/2013 5:50:00 AM)

    We are all in a sense like birds behind bars of the Capitalists.They decide what we must eat, drink, and even talk.Good pem

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