They sit in board rooms, or is it bored rooms?
Planning wasteful obsolescence for a consumer
driven global market.
In another, insurgencies in the name of democracy.
Postulating to people who've survived for a thousand
years how wrong they've always been.
They'll tell you god is good and in him they trust, as they
manipulate poorer nation's economies until they're wholly
dependent on loans for survival.
They'll never admit to being hypocrites and liars
who hold a bible in one hand, a gun in the other.
Who are these people? Look over your shoulder,
there's one right behind you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem