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Hypocrites Abound, and I’m Being Rhetorical… ...Am I wrong? Is there always a mad man Exploiting for gain, ignoring weak shouts For tender mercy? Weaponizes an army, The mouths of cronies and the capitol Of the controlling two percent; a mockery Of freedom and tattered democracy amid Any psychopath’s egomaniacal tyranny? Where are the men when women bunker, babes Strapped, in would be rubble graves, if we Do not unite axis powers and restore peace? When politics cozies with corporate lobby To leverage and barter for what they trade In the name of humanity and justice, ironic on 'Wall' Street. Rich astronomically richer, We suffer the indignity of paying more for Food, rent and gasoline to line those pockets. Meanwhile, mortars level the helpless aground. Elite hide and diversify a fortune to escape To billion dollar bunkers, while taxpayers fleeced. Where is our hatch to the underground before Another nuclear winter whites out a dying planet? Peace, not of mind, or for all, is what they sell. Women and children first, indeed, amongst mad men. 3.3.22 Thanks for the inspiring photo, iKïyå§ama-House Targaryen "Note: For those of you who get inspired by art from t..." |