The Man With The Clenched Fist Poem by Jason HayNZ

If one was to remember, remember a time,
When man walked the earth without a single dime.
He lived on the creations given to us from above,
Food, water and that special thing called love.
Then man with his fist clenched, thought he could play god,
And created the system we have, one that's run roughshod.
Ruled with Religion, Greed, Propaganda and Fear,
There will be consequences, says the clenched fist man if you do not adhere!
With time passing the centuries go by,
He has learnt nothing and sends out another war cry.
As he sits at the top of the pyramid with the luxuries of life,
Not showing any empathy towards the pain, chaos and strife.
Death is all around us for the eye to see,
Famine, disease and war, their loss of their family tree.
Yet he sits behind closed doors for no one to see,
And he makes decisions for us that the multitudes disagree.
The man with the clenched fist, will in time be gone,
But another will step up and write the same wrong.
But he that cometh for a second time here,
Will put an end to this corruption; let's pray that this time is near!