The Patter On the Ground
The rain creates, the patter on the ground
children splash and splatter, boots of fun,
giggles full of laughter, bind their hearts
are we, but just, the remnants of our youth
Wrapped in live's of never ending bills
our live's a constant battle cry for toys
must have that bike, that latest phone and car
we wake before the light of day begins
from lovers beds of warmth we shudder climb
We stumble to our life's demands for work
the money for our children's toys and games
the money for our food so life remains
Yet proud are we to work for joy of home
to bring the bacon home to lover's throne
to fill our home with gifts to growing youth
to watch the children glow with fun and games
are we, but just the pawns, in rich men's games
we work, we fight, we struggle to survive
we listen to the spin of rich man lies
as people make excuses for our pain
does Gossip propaganda sway our dreams
are we but toys, in tapestries of wars
as people with their hidden motives play
are lies on internet the games they play
to twist our lives with anger do they try
to build the soldiers of tomorrows fight
I read our human history of grief
our soldiers died from mustard gas and gore
The battles fought both sides the rich and poor
proletarians and bourgeoisie are the same
the battle just takes on another name
war is but the pathway to their power
They play upon our fears to bread our thoughts
creating then the pawns upon their boards
play the different groups against each other
the rich against the poor in battles fight
the white against the dark is just the same
your anger and your fears they justify
they use you as the pawns in battles cry
Lennon rose to power on this game
The poverty and gossip in the people
distrust and empty stomachs lead to hate
the hatred of the people lead to war
rebellion rose to fight against the Czar
The people lacked the structure of the game
the Bolsheviks and Lennon then stepped in
the people lay as splatters on the ground
their dreams forgotten in the rage for power
Terror then became the calling card
justified by need of force to change
to take away the money of the rich
yet people starved on floors of famine waste
famine used to kill the thinking mind
terror used to silence then the rage
peasants fought the fight of battles lost
the dreams of working men were also lost
think about the reason for their words
do not become a pawn to other men
both rich and poor are needed in the end
to create a better world needs loves growth
Copyright © Bernard Barclay | Year Posted 2020
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