Some things never change, criminals always reign
con artist freak show, as they scream too and fro, insane
tell us they care about the fates of others
then drop bombs to prove their love
A world built on lies, they cheat and steal our lives
corruption runs deep, like cockroaches they always survive
power and greed, not peoples needs, their true campaign
the circus is in town, the clowns are back again
Same old lies, lines untrue, told to instill a fear in you
doesn't matter which side you fall for, all they want will come true
all deceive, only ever want more
power, greed, the clowns have the floor
Built on a myth, a belief in better
that things can change, just like the weather
a man, suited, says to love thy neighbour
just not that one, he is our enemy, he is out of favour
All over the trigger fingers twitch, ready for war
it boosts profits, see how they soar
the clowns have the stage
their smiles hide a lustful rage
Oil, money, the weapons market, a power struggle to fill their pockets
piggy banks fill, not enough to help the ill, yet enough to buy rockets
as innocents die, killed, a loss in all sense
the clowns have the mic again
Health service cutting costs, stopping medication
too costly to serve to our nation
yet department of defence goes on the attack
at any cost, all seems out of whack
Thanks for reading,
Kyle.
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