This rhyme/poem is PG. Near the middle you'll see the word: again. Make sure you pronounce it so that it rhymes with the name Ben. It flows better.
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Look at the vultures circling overhead
Plotting humantyís every step
Grip their pockets lined with green
Fueling the eliteís propaganda machine
Spreading "damnocracy" like itís first aid
But itís really poison racing through their veins
That means more body bags and unmarked graves
Same old Story that ends with the letters C.I.A.
The breeze has toppled this house of cards
Spiralling aimlessly like reflecting shards
In the Pacific, drowning in blood
So our children can be hooked on drugs
Ruthless intentions to force us into chemical submission
You have 2 choices, now make your decision
Dr. King took a bullet in the head
Ďcause he chose to stand up against
Even when his own country tested his allegiance
RFK planned to make King his Vice-President
It wasnít about politics, but illicit narcotics
ďBombardĒ the Maddux, now the stage is set
Then the Presidentís phoney appeal on your TV set
They make the weapons that put our country in debt
Raise taxes and open their hands to collect
Wage the war, and draft the marionettes
Uncle Sam is laughing at us again.
Always keep an eye on the back door
Thatís where all plans of stealth are forged
Flip through the pages of: Love and War
All this info has been blacklisted from history books
Making sure you donít give this subject a second look
Knowledge is out there, itís all where you find it
For it to sink in you have to be open-minded
Thereís so much dis-info, itís easy to be blind-sided
The elite count on us to remain divided
Their influence is so deep, itís just surprising
I can list examples, but Iíll be here all day reciting
What the banking cartels keep planning and revising
They live in luxury, while weíre here just surviving.
In times of war neither side wins
Just flocks of sheep sacrificed at Tonkin
Lying politicians scapegoat organized religions
How can Godís will be done by these phoney Christians?
If we donít stand against the name of wealth
Weíll never learn our lessons, and history will repeat itself.
I bleed ink.