rich pickings
i am just a slave
a slave to this empire
an empire built on hope, dreams, lies, deciet
a plastic empire made in china sent to the promised land
not standing on the shoulders of giants merely grounded looking up at this veil of ignorance
freedom is'nt free lets all go on a credit spree
now it looks like a baron paradise
righteous souls the book told me so
christ pardon judge supreme
all i see are skull and bones
vultures fair?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very intriguing. Some great lines which sing- 'a plastic empire...' 'freedom isn't free...' 'christ pardon...' The last line I'm not sure about. Thanks for sharing.