It's all a game to themA Poem by BelaIts all a game to them. Controlling, dominating, Manipulating us to buy food
That makes us sick, Selling us medicine That doesn’t cure anything. Watching us, Got their tentacles Like syringes Inside us Sucking us dry From every vestibule. Its all a game to them A game of world domination. © 2013 BelaAuthor's Note
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Added on January 1, 2013Last Updated on January 1, 2013 AuthorBelaSydney, New South Wales, AustraliaAboutBeen writing poems on and off since I was 11 or 12. Dabbling a bit, many should never see the light of day, but in the past couple of years my poems are a little better. 99% of the time I do not feel.. more..Writing
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