Tuesday 25 October 2011

Mice or Men?


You may call this life a rat race
But to me the only rats
Are the ones in spangled uniforms
Or suits and bowler hats

The rest of us are only mice
All chained to life’s tread-mill
While the rats ride on the gravy train
And eat and drink their fill

They are living in the manner
They have grown accustomed to
While the masses pay in blood and sweat
For the lifestyle of the few

They enjoy all of life’s comforts
Never wanting for their needs
While the masses live in penury
Victims of their leader’s greed

To them our fate is just a game
As they play dice with our souls
The masses are expendable
To their power crazy goals

And when the final war arrives
They will be the first to hide
In concrete bunkers down below
While the masses burn outside

Don’t you think it’s time to show them
Whether we are mice or men?
We should put the rats back in their cage
And then try to start again


4 comments:

  1. Masses whatever you think poetic I am inclusive of & congratulation to you.

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  2. Deep meaningful and somewhat disturbing ^.^ as ever! The other ones seem really relevant to the current situation too, well done.

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  3. very topical ....love it thank you for sharing x

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  4. Abra kadabra - and there it was - transformed - belly up heated Breathing - smilling - teeth glistening. Weary of the thoughts that go forward past the end. Into the world - exit we go - only our memories we take and leave.

    Recalibrate: Philgibson Iowa version number 4444

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