The Perfect Truth
I want you to listen to me carefully and don't feel offended
because I am writing to you from a conscious depth
You have called a State of emergency because you
Fail to face reality, you have called a state of emergency
Because you have a broken economy
You have called a state of emergency because you want
To hold me hostage in your debt ridden and porous country
You are weak, blind, def and dumb and you cannot
Have any fun you are on call every second of the day
And everytime you have to kneel down and pray to
the God that has led you astray
You jump and shout in the pews and you sing until your throat is blue
Your pulpit is shaking and your cake is baking
And the grass will whither before the day is done
and you will have to face your own gun
You have been playing a dirty game and the gods knows
that it is a big shame, you have created a country of
cults and use the people for your own political stunt
Black man dressing in white and white man dressing in black
All types of political colors lined the street carrying
a passion that is very deep.
You have gotten the message from
last year but you keep playing this obscure mind game
and it is going to leave you in shame
You place the people on the street to cuss and to create unnessary fuss
Every day the mood change and everyday is
not the same and the people's behavior is a God dam shame
This global cult must stop and everyone must start
wearing frock, man must dress in skirt and every woman
must start wearing throusers.Mothers must teach their children
If there is any of that left.You have lost your chances to
The world is on the glow but your country is very slow
Everyone must get a skill and work out his own will
The buying and selling alone will not do there must be
order through and through.You cannot learn when anger
Surround the throne.
The time has finally come when you have to get up and run
Everyday you have a new problem despite the best advice you are getting
from the heated heaven.Your reasoning and analyletical skills
are poor and your sense of judgement will send you straight
Through the door
You have tricked the poor
mocked the educated and rob the foreighn minded
What is your end game? You should be ashamed
Polytricks or capitalist, I detest every bit of it and in the end
I will still remain alive to tell the tales of this
heartless sacrafice when you get the chance you must
repaint the wall and remove the political colors
as a symbol of your own sorrows.
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2020
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