I Call It Slavery! - Poem by Eric Cockrell
how much do we really know?
how much of what we think we know
is the truth?
can we handle the truth?
most of what we read in the papers,
most of what our politicians tell us,
most of what we see on the news...
is a carefully directed lie!
we have been owned for decades,
herded like sheep to the slaughter,
manipulated and used by an unseen hand,
for a purpose that only they know...
conspiracy? no, more a global mission,
complete control of the world,
complete control of the future...
as Dylan said: 'only pawns in their game...'
they've kept us divided by the use of fears
that are based in ignorance....
kept us marching to their drum...
call it patriotism, or religious right....
i call it slavery!
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