Who are the ones who rule over this grey world
Who walk on the backs of those living below
They are the false ones who decide what is true
They are the ones who have no love for you.
Each day you pass by them in your grey hordes
And struggle for a living in their grim and grey world
Where children don’t play and flowers don’t bloom
And workers like you who try to make it but die too soon.
You eat their cold and grey gruel each and everyday
Because they rule you and you can’t run away
You live in factories that they say are deluxe
And drink your grey coffee from their grey cups.
There are no hero’s or angels to save you from them
As you sit in their factories where you cut sew and hem
There are no god’s to answer your prayers
Because you’re stuck in their world and nobody cares.
©ronvdm777
January 2020
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