Power-Crazed
the ink sealed a people's fate,
their land is doomed, it's too late,
for the power-crazed minds decree:
hail, land of the brave, home of the free;
boardrooms shake with banter,
with insolent, venomous laughter,
distilling all ruthlessness and rage,
all the curses, blasphemies of this age!
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2007
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