The Giver of Crumbs

The politicians and globalists plopped us in a teacup feeding us the sugary crumbs of their lies stuffing the lungs well below the waterline to muffle screams for a peaceful existence. Keep banging your tambourine boy smoking that sweet government grass wear your hippie t shirts nobody is listening war is a metal monkey-swinging from a money tree war is a lemon squeezed from the misery of the masses The machine is built to grind down our peace mountain it is fueled by a never-ending supply of greed and sorrow someday the cup will blister and crack the masses will spill out eating the marrow and drinking the blood of the giver of crumbs and sorrow.