Big Competition
It's a big competition
Who can be the baddest
As the filthy fingers forge
Of the propagandist
Whilst bank accounts are being filled
Others pay the price
People dying, children crying
Human sacrifice
Gruesome game, what a shame
Made by fickle fools
Where murder is acceptable
Only due to rules
Churns my guts
Them evil mutts
Those filled with reckless hate...
Guess every person has a choice
To seal their own fate.
Copyright © Paris-Maree Boreham | Year Posted 2022
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