The System
The wheels of power are turning ‘as the slaves are working hard,
The system producing badness as peoples minds are Scarred .
Who can stop the carnage that rules our daily lives ,
Every thought of self respect ,
cut short with a million knives.
Touch the tears of sadness to carry on the fight’
Break the chain of heartache and recognise your plight.
Hail the new beginning and sanctify the end
Greet what has passed and try to defend.
The system is awake ‘but do not try to run ,
For the sound of Human suffering ‘is their idea of fun …
Copyright © Simon King | Year Posted 2020
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