~ Novus Ordo Februorum ~ *
February is meant for snow
freezing weather, ten below
This year the grass is green and the birds, they sing
but with trees yet barren, March could still sting
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*'The New Order of February' -- a take-off on what's
written on the one-dollar bill: 'Novus Ordo Seculo-
rum,' 'A New World Order.'
MANIPULATED MONEY.
WALL STREET.
FEDERAL RESERVE NOTE.
THE ONE DOLLAR BILL.
THE EYE OF PROVIDENCE.
NOVUS ORDO SECLORUM.
IN GOD WE TRUST.
ANNUIT COEPTIS.
THE GREAT SEAL.
THE BROTHERHOOD OF THE SNAKE.
THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA.
IS THIS OUR MONEY?
DO WE LIVE IN DEBT?
$21 TRILLION DOLLARS IN DEBT.
WHERE IS THE ABUNDANCE?
HOW FAIR IS THIS SYSTEM OF MONEY?
OVER TAXED AND UNDER PAID.
DO NOT QUESTION THE AUTHORITY MADE,
OF A MANIPULATED TAX SYSTEM,
AND OF MANIPULATED MONEY.
IT IS THE GOD OF MONEY.
WRITTEN BY, CHADWICK ANDREW VINCENT
WRITTEN IN RENO, NEVADA
APRIL 2018
One gram, yes one gram, that’s all it took,
The mass of a one dollar bill.
It’s enough to make you healthy, too,
When you swallow a little green pill.
One gram, just a small little mass,
Less than a paper clip.
It’s one third that of a coin,
Or a hundred dollar black poker chip.
One gram can also hold so much,
A hundred gigabytes in a USB port.
And it’s the weight of a small metal nib,
Used in a human rights court.
One gram, yes one gram, that’s all it took
When dropped on a Japanese hill.
One gram of plutonium for a hundred thousand lives,
To murder, to slaughter, to kill.
George Washington was the first President that we had.
When we see his picture on the one dollar bill, it makes us glad.
He refused to be a king and he was our President twice.
He was one of our best Presidents and that was pretty nice.
MADE UP POEM
MADE UP POEM
Managerial inseparable font new words made up just on the spot
warpped constitutional practices they took JESUS out of school
they pray to the dollar bill and grab as many of them
as they can possibly imagine
they start out slow and then they snowball
they change the history in the history books
they give the children dirty looks
they have an analytical mind
they have no rhyme or rhythum
though they beat upon a drum
they tattoe dreams upon their arms
and sleep in constellations of alarm
they ruin life for all the rest of us
they make it hurt and make it suffer
they indicate and relate the waif
they simulate their lover
they do it undercover of the light
mye soul will be with JESUS
for they murdered all the crowe in me
they fight they kill and they could not pay the bill
what is worth thy soul in all eternity
a new york t shirt and one dollar bill to some