A NATIONS DISGRACE

I don’t want           your world
I was made          for paradise
unteach me      your ethics
your morality’s              not nice

Take your         guns and bullets
those who shoot         each other down
your agenda          is self serving
and hatred        is your crown

The nations        cannot repair         themselves
of that                  I now am sure
their natures            are destructive
what more           must all endure

Been betrayed             by power
oppression’s                 and outright lies
the people drink                   the P.R.
statesmen’s words           are their disguise

Force and fraud              the daily fare
they are                shearing all the sheep
They’re harvesting               your pocket book
it’s news      keeps you              asleep

They’re reaping         earth’s treasury
while you struggle         they do thrive
They keep the military               active
the wars             they keep alive

Their empire’s                 an illusion
They are largely        corporate owned
seems most are bought                 and paid for
on bankers money              they’ve been loaned

Who really                  is their owner
if to men           they are enslaved
their souls are lost                to evil
with wickedness                    their roads are paved

My descension’s                      very public
with the nations                          I disagree
if I’m to be                eliminated
it won’t be          so publicly

I have no faith            in Nations
in police          or men of war
in religions             or corporations
or a race           that’s valued more

I don’t                believe in stealing
putting down            your fellow man
but building         those around you
of sharing                   what you can

Life is                fairly simple
if you know             “the golden rule”
violators           of it’s beauty
are known                as only cruel …

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C Michael Miller
PoetryofProvidence

etching by Gustave Dore