Who are these goons?
These lepers?
Apart and yet controlling.
Ignorant of the common man,
But determined to know
Every secret thought
And action.
Who are these jerks?
Watching my movements,
Listening to my words,
Reading my mail.
Are they representative?
Did we vote for this?
Are all the policies
Pronounced
Prior to election
A blind?
The motives deeper
And more devious?
Who are these bastards?
My mind is my own.
My soul belongs to god.
My words to whom I speak them.
Who are these morons?
Thinking we will accept
Anything
And everything,
Like the
Roman populace,
Grateful
For handouts
And an arena
Where self-proclaimed
gods, decide thumbs up
Or down.
No Caesars here.
Who are these clowns ?
Thinking they are above
And beyond
The acceptable,
The righteous,
The moral.
Who are they?
Is this what we asked for?
Controlled
And controlling.
We are the people.
Not they.
scottishmomus 