They TalkA Poem by BelfastBhoy69Imagine, a group of World Leaders, gathered around a large round table, in some secretive underground bunker, discussing our future, in their hands, dissecting the world up for their New World Order..They Talk. The Leaders and their staff, they sit around the table, They talk of beating terrorists, we think that they're not able, They talk about the satellites, that they put into space, They talk about their strategies, to save the Human race, They talk of hacking Governments and bug their telephones, They talk of keyhole bombing and their successful drones, They talk of Special Forces acts, behind some countries' lines, They talk of how they'll intercept, the ones who plant the mines, They talk of insurrection, against those who won't agree, They talk of how they'll introduce, a World Democracy, They talk of Leaders who must go, remove them with great care, They talk of secret weapons, that we know were never there, They talk of ways to increase power, through finance and the banks, They talk of spending so much more, on Planes and Ships and Tanks, They talk of Home Security and reinforce their border, They talk of talks, among their walks, to create their New World Order. © 2015 BelfastBhoy69Author's Note
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