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The pepperman is a character who travels the universe opening doors to other worlds.

The all caps in intenional, my way of saying "NO" to the New World Oder.

This poem reflects what I see to be the results of New World Order.The reader may see poverty, homelessness, tent cities, hunger, addicts, starvation.                                            

I see crime, fraud,corruption deception, hatred, anamosity toward the people who don't think for themselves. People who can't think for themselves, People don't want to think for them selves. People whith welfare mentallity, The Goverment owes me mentallity. 

I see a Elected Government Officials who caters to those who call themselves Oligarchs, Elite, Philanthropist, Aristocrate and Founders of Charities to help those who can't help themselves.

I may be wrong, BUT, I do know each homeless person has a value to these organizations many organizations who spend the required 5% of donations every year plus Goverment funding to do their charitable work. Oficials who make sure taxes go up forcing people to ask for food stamps. Property tax increases till the owners can aford to live in their 30 year investment. Variable rates to sucker in the New Home buyers only to face rate increase and loose their homes to the Banks who inturn get bailed out and walk away with a free property. Paid for buy tax payer money. Let's not forget the Monitary value of a prisoner.

To these people poverty, homelessness, tent cities, hunger, addiction and stavation is a beautiful thing. A real LIVING ART, A BEATIFUL CREATION MAN  MADE.

THE MORE SOCIETY COLLAPES THE WEALTHEIR THOSE INDIVIDUALS BECOME.

I OPENED A DOOR TO A WORLD APART. THE SECRET WORLD OF LIVING ART. PAINTED WITH COLOR OF DISBELIEF, HATRED AND ANGER WITH MAGNIFICENT GRIEF. WHERE MASS STARVATION IS A REALISTIC SCENE. LIKE BROKEN HART AND EMPTY DREAMS. IT'S NOT WHAT THEY EAT, IT'S WHATS EATING THEM. DAY AFTER DAY AGAIN AND AGAIN. WITH THE STENCH OF CORRUPTION FLOATING IN AIR AND REPORTERS AND TOURIST EVERYWHERE. A GALLERY OF ART OF LIVING HUMAN BEINGS. CONTROLLED BY THE MASTERS AT THE ART OF DECEIVING. PAVLOV'S THEORY COMES TO MIND. CONTROLLED BY MEDS AND SUSPENDED IN TIME. THIS IS A WORLD OF SHEEPLE NOT BEINGS. WHERE PSYCHOPATHS RULE AND ENJOY WHAT THEY'RE SEEING. I AM STANDING AT THE CORNER OF SHEEPLE AND MAIN. IT'S MY UNDERSTANDING THIS WORLDS INSANE.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 5/14/2018 4:19:00 PM
This is a fav for me; went straight to FAV list. I really admire your word "sheeple".
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Michael E. Harris
Date: 5/14/2018 4:39:00 PM
Thank You Caren for your comment. I wasn't sure if readers would understand and visualize the different perspectives of both sides I often hesitate to unleash such inner visions the world may not be ready

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