The False Song of Globalism

The men in suits are plotting demise,

Pockets filled to the brim,

Their hunger for power with a smile they disguise.

Skilled puppeteers, in secret they hide,

Plotting wars inside cities and inside of our minds.

Control is what they want, ruled by money and greed,

They gain pleasure from seeing people die and in need.

They strip people from rights, and those who dare disagree,

Will suffer the might, silenced and brought to their knees.

They want a new order, they want us to comply,

Poison our water and food they will try.

Constant surveillance, one wrong move and you pay,

Thrown to the wolves, left to rot and decay.

But we can resist, be awake and aware,

Hold on to your freedom, stay alert and beware.


|An Introduction|

Three deleted wordpress blogs later, I emerge once again from a long period of silence. Still broken, but brand new.

I offer you a glimpse into my everyday life through poetry.