Bourne Supremacy Poem by jamin guevara

He was on top of his game
Swinging in organizations unnamed
Ringing in the deaths of millions
He represented his race with passion
If it were a throne with superior
Them of all races would clash in

The wicked plots concealed in this nation
Engrossed domination in all 8 domains
Controlled all inside jobs through infiltration
Trap created were jail, parole and probation
This is all to control his land
For races there, Revolution isn't a chance

It's a death penalty in itself
Again, after every death no one cares..
They're gangsters disguised as role models
Its like a thug dressed as a nerd
I know your gonna think he's smart! ? ! ?
Lets reanalyze what we think we know

Two capo's of his nation puts in work
Exploitation in progress as they set out to lurk
They chose a nation of excessive poverty
They still strip the leaders of there recources
The leaders of this nation gets used and discarded
The destruction of this land leads the opposers
to rebuild it in there own interest and philosophy