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Author Name: FreeMarkS 1 Comments
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The Master Class

The Master Class

By Mark Spencer

  

With death tolls falling by the way

Agendas are revealed

No longer can you hide behind

What pestilence concealed

 

The ones who call themselves elite

They want to rule us all

 They’ve played their hand so skillfully

In plotting our downfall

 

They’ve separated us by race

By gender and by creed

They’ve chosen who their pawns will be

And sown a racist seed

 

They’ve covered every single crack

And filled in every groove

But when our back’s against the wall

We’re left with just one move

 

Or so the master class believes

We’ll fight in scattered groups

And if that is the path we choose

They’ll overwhelm our troops

 

For troops will never win this war

This takes a subtle hand

You can’t provoke a strong response

And hope to make a stand

 

You’ll end up like the Alamo

No chance to win the day

The weakness that you think you see

Is merely a display

 

They could have put the riots down

Without breaking a sweat

They want you to believe they’re weak

And do not pose a threat

 

But theirs is a united cause

Against divided tribes

You’ll fight just like the Indians

As history describes

 

The only way to win the day

Is peacefully at first

Until the people can unite

And fates can be reversed!

 

If a nation is united

They can’t be overthrown

It’s only the divided tribes

The master class can own

 

The only way to rule a land

Is break it into castes

And if you keep each group apart

Your domination lasts

 

But were the groups to unify

And rise against their kings

They’d have a better chance to win

And cut their puppet strings

 

Until that day you’re only pawns

In someone else’s game

Regardless of which side you’re on

Your station is the same

 

You’ll either stand or bend a knee

They won’t give you a pass

To them you’re just a lowly pawn

While they’re the master class!


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Comments:
Comment By: AdminRichardM on November 25, 2020 02:09:17 PM Report

Amen! Stand together and tall!

Rich





 


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