(Philosophy Poem) When The Wicked Rule


WHEN THE WICKED RULE

 

The Wicked in their ego do flap their lips in their selfish pride

They Judge the fatherless with glee and steal their inheritance

Evil breaks the backs of the workers as they starve them to death

The poor worship the Lord yet the rich worship only themselves

The Wicked deny and despise God up to their own bitter end

 

The One Percent lurk in high places scheming to end the poor

Like a Lion they catch the week and drag them to their death

They keepeth the bones as a trophy and hangeth up their head

Their mouths are full of deceit and fraud living in their own lies

To the evil all news is fake as they sneer and laugh at the truth

 

When the Judges of the world are evil they curtsy only to gold

When the DOJ is clueless to Truth they infect all that is good

When Houses collude they garner wealth and spit on the poor

When Treason and Collusion are let slide the whole Nation dies

Man’s Judgement is short, God’s is Eternal, so is the Fire of Hell

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