Now is the time to ask,
Now is the time for us to know,
Where have the Trillions gone,
That were supposed to right past wrongs,
That were meant to level the playing field,
To make opportunities more equal.
Now is the time to follow the money trail,
To find out if it was well spent,
On programmes that never deliver,
Or deliver just to one or two,
When it was intended for hundreds or even thousands.
It is time to ask why so many services are duplicated,
It is time to ask why the money paid for so many hangers on,
And so many office staff and people with degrees,
Who right up reports that look good on paper.
Now is the time to ask,
Where have the trillions gone,
Now is the time to ask,
Should we give the Money to robots,
Who, may put it to better use.
She was followed home by a murder of crows,
a pack of thieves,
and man from Uncle
Sure, he exists.
He paved the way for the women libbers of the 70’s didn’t he?
Girl from Uncle was sure to rile us up.
Where was Woman from Uncle?
Man from Uncle
Girl from Uncle
She was
Followed home by a murder of crows who noticed.
A pack of thieves who did not understand,
and a Boy from Uncle,
to level the playing field.
Ace
Top card
Trumping all
Beats the high King
Into submission
Forcing him down the deck
To acknowledge the lowly
And accept all have their betters
New game begins with different aims
Shuffle serves to level the playing field
In the days to come
Who will be my hero?
Come to fulfill my dream
Lift my mind with pleasing images
And sing my song throughout the journey
To carry me through the gate
And level the playing field for me
In the days to come
Who will nourish my unclouded vision?
And walk with me along streams of living waters
Carry me over with love
And listen to my charming stories;
Who will stand by me and say my name correctly
As mountains erode and crumble
Share my sadness
When darkness torment my soul
In the days to come
Who will rise above all?
To embrace my legacy
Refurbish my presence with perfection
And glide with me on the wings of the wind
To take me where the eagle built its nest
Offer me lasting security
And send joy in my household
With peace decorated hope
Servitude minus gratitude
a definition that still eludes,
with erratic erosion of the moral fiber.
Coupled with the downward spiral,
swallowing whole all humanity's pride.
In spite of all the angst,
I still stride for excellence,and for
extended hours on the killing fields.
To harness that power and the hearts
of the many I yield.
And yet with all my deeds haunting me,
as I attempt to level the playing field.
For to their graves all mine enemies shall go
and though they go unwilling.
They are but doomed to for its my will.
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