Oxymoron of the Millennium
I was a good, honest taxpayer
That nurtured a moral dilemma.
Why should I perpetuate
The state I’ve grown to hate?
Subject to the authority
Of a fluctuating majority
I refuse to comply
You can accept, I’d rather die.
To be truly honest
Why vote in a rigged contest?
Plant free trees in a forest
Felled by the loudest lobbyist.
A good, honest player
Pays the public piper
Of their own free will
Or swallows the pipers pill.
21 August, 2016
Copyright © Daniel Davies | Year Posted 2016
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