The state
How does a man stand to fight?
Against a monster of such might
Overpowering beyond compare
Terror only these would dare
Homicidal, fear and greed
What type of man can fit this creed?
Arrogance beyond all bounds
In this the monster is renowned
Psychopathic is its way
It would sell your soul away
Torture is just a playful game
How far they can extend all that pain
Justice is a card to play
Appeases you in a peaceful way
Hope and charity, peace and love
All enforced with a metal glove
Excuses they will say
‘I can assure you’ and ‘rest assured’
This is just to put you down
So in your failure you aspire to drown
Monstrous, brutal a ruthless thing
Insanity risen above all things
Justice cast upon the floor
Buried beneath unlawful law
Horror, terror, illegal acts
Legitimated to beat you back
Sickness, sadness the final stroke
As slaves you pay until you’re broke
This the monster inspires to be
Enslaving all humanity
Eternal is its appetite
Greed for all within its sight
How they profit from your pain
In this world ‘clinically insane’
Heathen-istic, sick little men
Extinguishing life by the stroke of a pen
Oh! How tragic they will say
It appeases all their guilt away
Perhaps some crumbs off the plate
There! That should keep you from our gate
Emperors, Nero’s, Pharaohs up high
Oh! How they multiply
Will there ever be enough
To fill their ever increasing cup
What when the monster gets so fat
Should we drop it on its back?
Oh! How it may complain
Cringing and fuming on the floor in pain.
By: C. D. J. Maylor © 2009 (All Rights Reserved)
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