Bitter Verses.. John King

 

Like satanic angels invading dreams
Burning arrows they fiercely shoot
They sear like coals from Hades
Heartless! Soldiers of parasite

Burning arrows they fiercely shoot
From their thrones above the opulent
They cast stones of inflation
They're smiths of perpetual lamentation

All aspirants become aliens to their reality
Up there they smile watching subjects crumble
Fraud become lords - criminalities become rulers
And yet they shoot arrows made from frustration

They build more stairs for the opulent
That the poor rise not out of penury's abyss
Messengers of dearth - they feed death
Pandemonium feast in today's society

From the thrones above the opulent
The economy is channelled to suit the affluent
In the race of all things in life
Death, vanity and judgement prevail over all

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