Dead On Arrival

Dead on arrival 
They speak alot 
Their mouths never stop talking
I wonder what they have again
To say now 
Worst of all how do they still manage
To continue talking to us 
When their actions speak louder
Than their words 
So is not new any more 
That  before they get to us 
Is clear and obvious that their idealogy is 
Dead on arrival

Dead on arrival
They love change 
Always they love to change this 
And change that 
They claim to be the chosen ones 
The ones with the true visionary
To continue changing what is at 
Their own interest 
Never for our growth
This stories never end 
In the third world countries
It keep repeating tenor after tenor
Season after season
Time after time 
They always pass the ball around 
And keep keeping their deciet alive 
At the cost of our lives 
At the expense of our future
At the devaluation of our worth 
So is not new any more 
Of who they are before 
They get to us  their ideologies
Are already 
Dead on arrival
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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