Telephonic

Burner Phone                    4/26/2018

Any day
And any hour
All of the hidden
Exposed at last. 

They thought
They were untouchable
And they thought
They couldn't lose.  

The powerful
And the important
The arrogant
And the damned. 

Soulless, empty,
And rotten to the core
Anything to win
And anything to prove. 

Gloating over death
And walking over bodies
The remorseless murderers
And corrupted thieves. 

Meeting in secret
In the service of satan
The powerful few
With contempt for the many. 

It is you
And it is I
The ones they hate
And wish us dead. 

Only as valuable
As our money can give
The guilty plunderers
Of nations and men. 

The age old
Ursuper
They same now
As it was then. 

Dripping form the mouth
They lust to kill us all
But first we must be defenseless
And that is what they demand.

How many have died
Voiceless in a heap
Mowed down in a ditch
Unheard and undefended. 

Raped, bludgeoned,
Starved, and burned
The ashes of a century
They want us to forget. 

Ugly are the fools
Who parrot the hate
Modern day bolshevicks
Dripping with blood. 

Expose them all
And let none of them escape
Burning with hatred
For you and for me.