Chains
People seeing what they want to see,
Regardless of fact or truth,
Not caring what the damage might be.
Blindly chanting someone else's refrain,
Never asking for the proof,
Listening to the media's mad strains.
Honor, Duty, Country they disdain,
Better a One World order they hoot,
Knee jerk reaction that is plain.
Lie, steal, cheat with half true claims,
Anything to empower their group,
Never thinking to find themselves in chains.
In a heart beat it can change,
From freedom to slavery in a bloodless coup,
Led by the ones that pulled their strings.
Power is what's to gain,
Never stopping to think who,
Will suffer the pain.
"It can't happen," they exclaim,
To blind to see the boot,
Not even aware of the game.
Democracy is work it's plain,
Some would rather play the fool,
Whining when things don't go their way.
Proudly they hammer their own chains.
© YEAR - xxxx Author - Unknown
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Saturday, June 2, 2012
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