Vote With Your Feet

A Poem by LovingJoy

Still we refuse to learn the golden rule,

we can but be brazen impetulant fools,

we dare to complain about our many woes,

we still don't know how the adage goes:

if you can't beat them, join them - as is done,

because if they can't beat you, they'll beat you up.

Hard to see, must refute, not cricket at all,

either way, bang head on wall.

This is your lot, face the facts:

the future will never be in your hands,

there are those who will decide for you,

based on their own needs, you know it's true,

blinded they have no care for good or right,

your existance not even in their sights,

unless you get in the way of the plans,

then find yourself squashed in empty hands,

they will take your life at a second's call,

for some selfish cheats wish to rule over all.

So if you can't beat them, just walk away,

let's see how long they last without us slaves,

with no-one to do their dirty work or to con,

I doubt these useless parasites will last that long,

holed up in plush bunkers with no-one who'll serve,

they can eat their beloved money and power,

it's all - in fact, more than - they deserve.

© 2013 LovingJoy

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Vidya Bacchus

Way to go miss loving joy lol.We are puppets in the great stage of life and there are the directors that tell us what we should and should not do .Trying to shepherd us into some predestined herd that they think we should be a part of, or mocked and scorned if we dare portray that we do in fact possess a brain in our heads.Very well said!!!!!