Why are you in my thoughts
Even in my dreams?
Get behind me!
For I am not a hateful person
But I come close at the thought of you.
The slick suited man who fixes the prices
With the amazing salary at his demand
The globe trotting little man
Who offers food and help
But as always his army (peacekeepers of course)
Creating disharmony and the thought of invasion.
Think of wars either forgotten or now a solid
Trading partner.
The high rise heroes
That run YOUR life
Tell YOU what to do
And if not, a notation in a government file.
I hate these people that would ignore me
Run my life as they see fit.
They run down freedom of speech
Argue with the homeless
Worry about their little kingdom, after work.
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