More of the Same
Now that the dust has settled
We can see that the same guys won
They are lazing in their ivory towers
Laughing at everyone.
So easy to twist the rules
Now that they own all the tools
With cases of sparkling jewels
To control the blinded fools
We all knew.
Nothing we could do.
That’s the way it goes
For friends and foes
The economy grew
But only for the few.
Now that the battles over
We never had a chance
They had all the weapons
We just had to dance
They called the tune
Left us howling at the moon
When the fat lady sung
It was the silver spoon!
That’s the way it goes
For those who know.
Stealing from the poor
Rotten to the core.
But the war still rages
And the mightiest always fall
Laughing at the minute
Then up against the wall.
They own the social media
But it contains the seeds that freed ya
When the time is right
They’ll see the light.
That’s the way it goes
Cycles and throes
See through that old soft soap
Guillotines and rope
Opher – 6.4.2025
It began as a poem of despair. We have our elections but they are limited and controlled. We get a limited choice with not much to choose. The candidates are carefully selected. The information controlled.
We are manipulated, controlled and herded. Our protests are orchestrated. The system prevails.
The same few pull the strings and determine the outcome. We elect their choices.
When the dust has settled the same people are in charge; the same people profit.
The same people suffer. The same people pay.
Every now and then there is a revolt.
