"Poetry & Rhymes" by William Hancock

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“We’re Play Things For The Wicked”

"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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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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


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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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Poem on Image:  placed by; written by  William Hancock © 2015′


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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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[ Image used:  www.morguefile.com/archive/display/906371 ]

Poem on Image:  placed by; written by  William Hancock © 2015′


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