“We’re Play Things For The Wicked”

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We’re play things for the wicked,

In this hell we call earth,

From the moment we’re born,

With their certificates of birth.

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We’re collateral to a debt,

In a country we call home,

Ruled by the rich,

Where nothing is owned.

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Human livestock we are,

To the wicked, just peons,

In a world so corrupt,

It’s been this way for eons.

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From monarchs and dictators,

To corporations and banksters,

Plutocrats and oligarchs,

Their all a bunch of wankers.

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There’s something to be said,

In pretending to be civilized,

Our freedom and liberty,

Leaving much to be criticized.

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We’re deceived by their media,

And politicians puking lies,

Nothing’s as it seems,

As we begin to clear our eyes.

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And now the fog has cleared,

And the darkness falls away,

We’re just play things for the wicked,

It’s always been this way.

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by

William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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Poem on Image:  placed by; written by  William Hanacock © 2016′