They sit in castle-like towers.
Reptile houses of power,
where they look down
upon the masses,
the underclasses,
as if we are bugs
to be crushed
beneath their galoshes.
Serpent rulers
of this
septic isle,
with its infested, rotten,
stinking miles.
Sinking further
into the mire.
This beguiled
place of filthy liars.
They claim to be helping,
to be setting us free,
but in truth they are jailers
hiding the keys.
Setting us up to fail,
like the cement on schools
as the buildings slowly crumble.
Blue blooded they don't care
if we succeed or die.
We are just statistics
to fuel their hunting sides.
They sneer and lie, ruining lives,
weaselling out of any blame,
no matter how wrong.
No shame, they smear with the ice,
running thick through their veins.
Venom drips from their cruel lips
and they poison us
with just a flick of their tongue.
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