Shadow Men Poem by liebling jacobsen

Submission is not an option
To the shadow men of the nation
That bind my every move
I beckon you with thy eye
To step near my path
While I squash you like a fly
They call you shadow because we can not see
The puppet master
That controls HE
Gather your men to decide our fate
Push us down bending at the knee
Run us over with your gas prices and never-ending fees
Money is money
You shall see
You will be in chains
While we are set free