There’s something I don’t quite get,
As to why this world tastes so bland.
Unsupervised, planned misguidances;
Have put this quiet super-race in high command.
It’s sickening.
The mystery-men in suits, grey hats and ties,
The compelling one-percent,
Web you together with their blood soaked lies, did you even realise?
'Bank of America', 'JPMorgan' and 'Goldman Sachs';
Won’t even scratch the surface here.
They keep this world sick and dumb,
It doesn’t leave me with much taste to spare.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem