The Elite
The Elite
These monsters wear their guilt on their sleeve
In their grandeur they are bedecked with duplicity
They live in impregnable ivory towers of deceit
With cohorts of the damned their integrity sold
Morality lies hidden in their disgusting latrines
Weilding power in our name with limitless guile
They forge alliances with tyrants like themselves
Squandering the wealth, our wealth, on futility
Evil is their ´raison d´ etre´ borne of self and greed
They pay homage to money and disenfranchise the poor
An elite almost unassailable in their nepotism
Their avarice is insatiable and their desires carnal
Supported by spurious wealth and sycophants
They rule in the name of democracy and freedom
Bereft of any compassion their corruption knows no bounds
They are the embodiment of the self
Incapable of love they scorn emotion
They are lost but know it not
We are the pigeons in Trafalgar Square
Picking up their crumbs with obsequious gratitude
Apathy is the latest narcotic freely available
The proceeds of which the monster gathers
He has us where he wants us in easy submission
We are powerless and he knows this
keith jeffries
Sat 17th Aug 2019 19:54
Jon,
Thanks for your comment
Keith