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Gold is the color in the veins of that ore
and red is the color in the veins of war.
Bankers have bested alchemists of old
and found a way to turn blood into gold.

With a false flag attack they invent a foe
to rally the nation around the flagpole. 
They ignite emotions till a vengeance flows  
then send off the troops to die in foxholes. 

In the business of war you fund foe and friend 
with flows of equipment to wars without end.
Allies and enemies, they’re both the same, 
destroy and replace is the name of the game.

Equip your armies with bombers and tanks 
then deposit the proceeds into the banks.
Blow them all up and when that’s complete 
order replacements from the corporate elite. 

Those who protest can often be coaxed
to close their eyes and join in the hoax.
Money has power to eradicate proof   
and nullify all indisputable truth.

Morals and loyalty have prices and range
that are traded like stocks on an exchange.		
As the bribes go up the ethics go down
and there’s never a lack of sellers around.

The wealthy think they’re a class of high priests
and the crumbs of their greed are some kind of feast.
They are held in the highest reverence and awe 
by those hungry for power and morally poor. 

So anxious are some to devour the scraps 
they lick up the floor beneath their bootstraps. 
There isn’t a lie that they would not eat 
to stay in the grace of the corporate elite. 

Those who seek justice are told that the law
is a remedy that’s so righteously pure
that it will imprison the vilest of men
to rectify evil committed by them.

Those who believe the rich go to jail 
are lost in the pages of a fairy tale.
There’s no happy ending at the close of the book
all chapters are written and  penned by the crooks.

The “enemy is” those who threaten the pork
devoured by Wall St. up in New York.
And if you want some bacon to put on your bread
you’d better tear all who oppose them to shreds.

Put boots on the ground with a sky full of drones
to slaughter resistance in the killing zones.
Let oil and blood flood into the streets
for the profit and pleasure of the corporate elite.

Copyright © John Wilowski


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  1. Date: 12/11/2015 4:08:00 PM

    Very well written, nice work.