Nought
The rich and the powerful
will take everything from us
we are all expendable
being put under the wheels of a bus
Slowly but surely
abiding there time
no crime has been committed
but every rule broken comes a fine
They will strangle us
until we are no more
If we want to survive this
we will have to go to war
But with everything
If there not invading your home
then you will one day look out of your window
and you will be very much alone.
Dreaming of that day
when everything has returned
go back to living
you are ignorant, you have not learned
It's never going to be the same
to them you are a number, you have no name
and the numbers must fall
Ignore this at your own peril.
All shops will close
everything will be on line
prisoners In our homes
waiting for the decline
and that will not be the end
but you will be praying so
they will remove you without warning
taking your possessions and your homes.
Then Into a complex a dungeon of sorts
kiss your arse goodbye, the numbers now down to nought.
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