We Done Been Fooled
The mystery
of history
got me making a wish for me
that just maybe
my progeny
can skip the tragedy
of human fad n' greed
how we grab n' plead
get mad n' bleed
over what? Some cash n' weed?
What fools are we
We all too cool for we
Play each other, sick for money
Pawns and sheep
For the powers that be
What special flowers are we
Grown up too fast, like a weed
Get poisoned and smashed like a weed
Being told we are happy n' free
Asking mom to spot me a fiver, or three
Fed circus n' bread, sated with insipid glee,
Empty with idolatry
Picking up pieces of scattered priority,
how so very sad are we?
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