Voices From The Swamp
The voices of the poor and or poverty ridden cry out from the lopsided political swamps for help or some kind of meagre assistance.
Drowning in the quagmire of neglect from the rich 1percent.
Totally ignored. The Rich are either delibertaley ignorant of their plight
Or they just don't care.
The Rich force them to take so called vaccines which poison them
and make them sick. And kill them. In order to keep a job, or to travel.
Experimental gene therapy.
Now surely that must be what they mean by draining the swamp.
Again the rich keep on abandonning them in every which way.
So the remain downtrodden, oppressed and victimised.
Crying out and bleeding in vain. In a mire of Pain.
Unnoticed tears keep running down their weary faces.
The beat goes on, no concern for the voices from the samps of Poverty.
Penury, Destitution, Indigence, deprivation, Depravity, want, need, hardship,
repeating Deaths, fast funerals, fast and furious and often.
Pandemic, Plandemic.
Bare, Mere sufferers like the straving dying children of Gaza.
They treat us worse even than animals.
Sometimes the innocent just have to pay.
It's A part of Life---A part of death,
Nobody hears, nobody listens. Cries fall on deaf ears.
My Message to the guilty---the transgressors, Try to do something quick
To alleviate or mitigate the cries, tears and crosses from the swamp
Which go unherad or unheeded but abandonned.
There is only a deafening Silence.
Advantage never dies. It always prevail.
It's always the same. Itv always goes the same way.
They never seem to care.
Copyright © Lord Cam | Year Posted 2025
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