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Richard Tornello's: If They Could Get Away With It
A 1% Capitol Idea
IF THEY COULD GET AWAY WITH IT
An editorial By:
The Village idiot Press, 2018
If they could get away with it, they’d out right kill us all.
Butt slavery as such, does not exist here today.
Well say, except save
for the wage slave?
With basic non productive living level of jobs and wages
The middle worker fingers clawing hold
afraid to be sent down.
The separated children from their parents.
Without a blink,
Under the pretext made by a bible quoting racist attorney general
With a nod too church and state, followed with a wink.
Who cares little what some poor people think.
It’s all greed and hate
While at the same time destroying rights
Originally guaranteed in writing, with a pen,
Oh Mightier than a sword been said,
when backed up by a tank.
So, what’s the difference between all that
Eliminating a voting right,
acting as another burden
Borne buy and buy the 1% to sell and sell:
Borne are worse yet:
The social security sucking POWWS,
The poor old worn-out working slobs.
While never admitting that the fund was raided,
bankrupt made, and we, we Buy the government’s fraud.
But no matter.
POWWS, we’re just old
We’re a burden we’re told
Our jobs are gone and we’re not rich.
Doesn’t matter that we lost our cash.
Our companies merged, moved or lost to cost,
And to an orchestrated crash.
Then, where do we go when our homes for generations
Not in the best shape, so what.
But our families broken
In to the machine of the commercial prison business made,
And as THEY say in polite society jargon:
Suppose, what if, what if, if we could be ,
made invisible, gone in a blink?
Who cares what some people think?
Not the 1% cause they’ve got the power
They have the pen
and remember Tian An Men
And some mothers said “it couldn’t happen here”.
With a stroke, a sign, we’re made invisible, eliminated,
And even though
Our backs, our fingers our knees and feet
built all this, brick by brick by red clay brick
our blood and sweat and,
And yet, now we’re broke.
Our homes gone in a taxman’s stroke
Too bad, like Gelo of Syracuse so far in the past,
Too bad They can’t sell these tired and poor to China
Along with all the other trash.
Taxation without proper representation?
(Finish what’s on your plate lovers of Columbia)
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