The Master Plan
Can't you see their master plan?
The one true enemy of man.
It always comes right from the top,
They all rise while we all drop.
Empty hearts with lack of shame,
Pointing at the ones to blame.
Telling us with eyes that glisten,
Money speaks and people listen.
Pulling all from left to right,
Hoping that we all will fight.
Casting doubt on one another,
Pitting us against our brother.
Playing all of us for fools,
Using all of us like tools.
The ending now will now begin,
Divide and conquer wins again.
Copyright © Randy Freie | Year Posted 2023
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