Piscine Kipling

Of Politics And People

Taxes, Hot Gas, Attack, What have these politicians been telling us?
Slaves, Dig your grave, Don't be brave, We don't need no dissidents
Razors from Braun, Jobs, Nice Lawns, Give you enough to keep hush
Enjoy, Electric Toys, Visit Illinois, And be happy whenever you can

Phony news, Booze, Don't have a clue, Just continue being distracted
Embezzle, No morals, Paid by cartels, So we'll cheat your liberties
News reports, Retorts, Kangaroo courts, Covered up and can't find facts
We're stirred, Traitor, Blame thy neighbor, Scapegoat everyone you see

Social security, Mouths to feed, Redistribute greed, You won't fuss
Elites, Ivey Leagues, We Deceive, Keep in power our rule by the few
Stolen wealth, CIA stealth, Opium dealt, Life sucks when you’re not us
In control, Always follow, Keep mellow, Because we own your life too

Wiretapped, You’re trapped, Wear a dunce cap, Everything you do is seen
Read emails, Writings curtailed, Virtual veils, You can't find unity now
Unclear, Agent provocateur, Covered ears, Our spook agencies intervene
Kidnaps, Bribed with cash, Evidence in the trash, Your body won't be found

Fishes in a barrel, Sing Christmas carols, Power not in peril, Accept this
Controlled media, Follow laws, Petit Bourgeois, Illusions are always nice
On a leash, State-policed, Till your deceased, Absolute rule in our midst
Freedoms you forgot, No will to revolt, Your fault, Don't try to fight

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 29, 2010

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  • Ryan Walker (3/10/2010 9:48:00 PM)

    Once again, an amazing Poem, I love the style and the flow. Good work.

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