"Poetry & Rhymes" by William Hancock

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the “Parasites”

the "Parasites"

They came with their politics,

Their money, their greed,

Stealing from the poor,

On countries to feed.

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The world, their game board,

And we, the playing pieces,

Just sacrificial pawns,

For the few, the one.

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They hide behind bullshit,

Spread by their sycophants,

Flaunting their privilege,

This class of psychopaths.

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Society their blood vessel,

They latch on and suck,

“The ultimate parasite,”

The people just grunt.

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Taxes and credit,

Bailouts and more,

Kickbacks and bribes,

Economy through the floor.

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Never is enough,

An unsatisfied hunger,

Our democracy’s decayed,

The world to their plunder.

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Hear the war mongers?

They scream for the elite,

“Our parasites are hungry,”

From one and all, shall eat.

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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“Watched The News Today”

"Watched The News Today"

I was watching the news today,

And what do I see?

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Politicians blowing sunshine,

And wars overseas;

Blood, and death,

Even killing of our bees;

Robbers and banksters,

On nations they scheme;

Corporations playing god,

Even tampering with our seeds.

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Skies are turning silver,

From things we can’t see;

The poisoning of our crops,

On which the people feed;

More government than people,

And they say that we’re free;

The only ones living,

Are the wealthy and elite.

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Cost of living getting higher,

And insurance we can’t eat;

Wages that stagnate,

Unable to afford needs;

More homeless than ever,

Numbers growing like weeds;

Our lives losing value,

Nowhere left to flee.

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Yes,.. .

I watched the news today,

but not on t.v.,

I opened my eyes,

And this I could see.

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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“The Beast”

The Beast III

In our world today,
Freedom is not cheap.
Our children are sent away,
Fighting wars for the elite.

Such corruption everywhere,
As government grows stronger.
And the larger they become,
Little people are no longer.

The starving and hungry,
Always praying for something.
As the wealthy get wealthier,
They watch and do nothing.

The elections are meaningless,
It’s not we who’ve decided.
The people are deceived,
Blind to truth and divided.

A company of freeloaders,
What a horrible nasty breed.
Pretending to be somebody,
Full of misery and greed.

Liars and thieves,
Is all they truly are.
Empty shells of nothingness,
With a heart that pumps tar.

They play us for fools,
While striking their deals.
For those, they work for,
Who truly turn our wheels.

The Beast, it hungers,
For all that is you,
Till there’s nothing left,
And we truly are through.

No, freedom isn’t cheap,
It’s something we’re allowed.
So they can pick us clean,
And completely disemboweled.

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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“You Creature, You!”

You Creature, You

Liars and Stealers,
Back Biters and Cheaters,
Where do they all come from?

Such horrible creatures,
With such terrible features,
They must think we’re all so dumb!

They tell you this,
And they tell you that,
But their mouth must be on a run!

Because it’s all lies,
Looking you in the eyes,
Thinking you believe every crumb!

Do you believe what you say,
Jacking your jaws that way,
You must think this is in fun?

My ears do so hurt,
From all that you blurt,
They’re as red hot as the sun!

Go away you little bug,
For you, there’s no hug,
Go spill your guts in the tub!

What lips you do have,
With words, they do stab,
I hear nothing but lying crud!

So stop bending my ear,
Or even come near,
For me, you are so very done!

Promises you can’t keep,
Your word is so cheap,
How lonely it must be as one.. .

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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Poem on Image:  placed by; written by  William Hancock © 2013′

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*Written for someone by request.. . 😉