The empty ones

The empty ones

A Poem by anartao

Heads of state, church leaders, multi national CEO's,

the earth a ripened carcass, and they flock around like crows,

these empty ones with naught inside but a hunger never sated,

this fear of thirst when the well is full is the mindset they've created,

to take and take, hand over hand, this endless craving need,

not caring of the consequences, the forests cleared, the people bleed,

disposing of democratic rule, provoking unrest with hidden hands,

destroying those who try and halt the rape of their own lands


Ripping apart the earth for cash, defiling natures womb,

condemning those in the future to a barren, lifeless tomb,

keeping the masses complacent as debt creates a new system of slaves,

and for those who live in the third world histories shown us the mass graves,

murdering our prophets as they dilute the truth with trivia,

killing the truly human like Che gunned down in Bolivia


From their offices and mansions comes the rattle of sabres hilt,

so easy waging war when its not your own blood being spilt,

the poor get sent to fight and die in a far off foreign land,

fighting oppression, a righteous war, a vocal sleight of hand,

paupers graves for soldiers as the wealthy just get richer,

the countless dead whilst Ford and GM struck business deals with Hitler,

not to leave out IBM adding efficiency to the killing,

the gears of war mean big business, there's billions in blood spilling


Morals are simply setbacks when you have power as a need,

hearts are hardened by profit, and souls turn barren chasing greed,

so hold strong to your humanity,

and fight for global liberty

from the clutches of the empty ones who see life as mere commodity               

© 2013 anartao


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Added on July 22, 2013
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anartao
anartao

Sydney, Australia



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I write to keep my self sane, and because the act of writing is also one of creating, and with the majority of power in the world today laying in the hands of destroyers, we need all the creators we c.. more..

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