The World Is Their Cattle Poem by Madrason .
The World Is Their Cattle
In the land of the self-fulfilment
lives the American Illusionist
he writes his script into the mist
he pays the ones in high demand
and if they can't or wont
a hired madman shall kill at will
at their command instil
there is the end of 'I have a dream'
there dropped the 'Imagine' beam
the lights went out
in the land of the free
and they went out willingly. M
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