Laced To Kill
They fatten up the grazing cattle,
roughly milking the goats and cows
Shoveling the pigs their slop,
throwing chicken feed to the hens walking about
They do the grunt labor,
always with their mind on the feast
Puffing up people’s chest breast pride;
making them feel real special like,
like they’re Mary’s little lamb
Then sardine march them to the slaughter house
to get fleeced, flayed and canned
Your vote means a lot, this you are told —
but, your newly elected government officials
already has been bought and sold
by the profit puppeteers, human cattle barons who:
Feed the people sweet candy lies,
give them the poison pill
Feed the people falsehoods,
strychnine sugar tablets laced to kill
Let truth be a famine,
never to be digested
Burn truth in a bonfire
kindled by poisonous, flammable hatred
Unholy shepherds will make you
the guest of honor at their Baal feast
But they don’t tell you that you’re the main course,
and it’s your flesh they’re gonna eat
So very strange seeing the lost flock
being shepherded by ravenous beasts
They desire to have you as their meat
But first, they’re gonna fatten you up some more;
make you more tender, and even juicer still
Then lead you to the slaughter by your own freewill
Watch out for the ones
who come trying to feed you sweet licorice lies
Trying to give everybody the poison pill
Beware of the wicked ones
who come wearing a new Jim Jones disguise —
Giving out cyanide Kool-Aid laced to kill
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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