It’s all we see and hear,
Yet nothing has been said before,
This burden I cannot bare,
The tics sucking the life out
Of the people, of this I’m sure,
Is this reasonable doubt,
Why aren’t they preaching pure.
“Vote” is what they say,
Contemplate the truth; do we pay,
Is it me or him that’s bubbling with whit.
Why must the non believers suffer,
Throughout history we have been slandered,
The torture getting rougher and rougher,
Like rubbing your face against a sander.
Titles have been won and lost,
Good men have been slaughtered and killed,
Left to rot in a cold, cold frost.
Gallons of blood have been spilled.
Am I the anarchist or the realist?
There is no end to our suffering,
We are doomed to keep on hammering,
But what does this bring?
Nothing more than another bee sting.
Someone please shut the door
On this horrible irony, my brain has had enough.
Please, feel free continue as you are,
Ignore the truth that you’re faced with,
Leave me now and don’t forget to shut the door.
um, got a little political here 