The Giver of Crumbs
The politicians and globalists plopped us in a teacup.
Feeding us the sugary crumbs of their lies.
Stuffing us teabags below the boiling waterline.
Keep banging your tambourine, blue-haired boy.
Smoking that sweet government dope.
They want you soapy brained to keep you on the rope.
Wear your hippie T-shirts; nobody is looking or 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 to eat the marrow of their misery.
Drinking the blood of the giver of crumbs and sorrow.
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