"... they manipulate behind the scenes -
relentless without fear..."
There is a group of people… across this planet wide,
with greedy little fingers - and power on their mind,
they care not about sovereignty - the one-world is their goal,
Liberty is their enemy...
and their deity is Control.
Marching 'cross the history books - possess an ageless plan,
leading us toward dependency - to a woman and a man,
their map to domination is as old as time itself,
mixing ancient mysteries with
technology off the shelf,
Keeping us in darkness - their faces unrevealed,
the shadows are their foxholes and secrecy is their shield,
they manipulate behind the scenes - relentless without fear,
a crescendo of disparity that builds
from year to year.
They provide us our distractions - engulf us day to day,
preparing to enslave us, they slowly wear away
a catalog of liberties - and while freedoms wane and cease,
they tell us that they’re doing it for
security and for peace,
They prey upon our apathy - in a plot you can’t untwist,
policing how you think and feel... they tighten an iron fist,
they terrorize the spirit of hope with fear and guilt and shame
‘til there’s nothing left of who you were...
but a ghost, a shell, a name.
They rule from modern castles - elitist to the core,
they think of you as mindless stock to serve them evermore,
they’ll take away your firearms so you cannot self-defend,
and tag you with an ID chip...
to keep you in your pen.
There is a group of people... across this planet wide,
who are waiting for their moment - and time is on their side,
the New World Order is the dream - and dominion is the gain,
but they cannot reach this final goal...
‘til Liberty has been slain.
Original Copyright © 2006 Stone Bryson. All Rights Reserved.
Written August 2006