Awkward Thoughts…

They shovel words down our rarely used throats,
trying to make us swallow or gag so very hard.
Standing on squared circles like silly old goats,
with Hamster chin pouched necks, bellies of lard.

Angry though we get we’re always in the wrong,
excuses are made for our uneducated upbringing.
We can never use truth to voice our helpless song,
unfortunate people trying to sing, no just mudslinging.

What heir they breath this haughty social crowd,
think themselves the better as they run to trample horse.
When asked if they miscarry justice when allowed,
there can only be one arrogant answer given, of course.

But it’s not them to blame we’re such a cowardly lot,
we won’t stand up for each other, it’ll lose us money.
It’s alright for the foreign protesters who only get shot,
their leaders didn’t promise them, a land of milk and honey.

It may be miscued our justice but it’s still the law,
that it can be bought no one denies with conviction.
When pointed out that it’s really just a social flaw,
surely they say this is just natural predestination.