Hell Corp. Inc.


If Hell were a heartless corporation
With legions of slaves toiling for the bottom line
While masquerading as a free nation
Selling votes to the highest bidders such kidders
Throngs of privileged mobs squawking racous lies
Are relative when truths become a commodity
Knee jerk fodder to be bartered for death and power
You don't have to be blind to see past the lines
Are twisted and long as they circle your lives
Drawing blood from turnip fields suave farmers
Dressed like congressional lawyers well paid
To take the case
Time to erase
History fades, drunken hesitation
Just Hell and the heartless corporation...



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-05-27 at 23:49

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