I woke up this morning and knelt to pray
What is this New World Order, you say?
It’s Shylocks and Shysters and field days
While corrupted officials look other ways.
What must come from such a state
Wealth and power gathering to sate
Insatiable desires of those who bait
Each with nothing the other to hate?
A fractured union oozing resentment
Privileged only knowing contentment
Have Nots resolving to seize their powers
And forage for food in their Ivory Towers.
Steadily, steadily but not abundantly
Ruling Elite pays their private security
They’ll find when millions storm the few
That underling loyalty is scant their due.
Tags: New World Order, Shylock, Shyster