They caught us on the hop
Years they’ve planned World Domination
To subjugate the Peoples
Abolish every nation
‘Rules-based Order’ just a wheeze
To skirt the Law, International
Putin’s wise to it, so is Xi
A doctored Order, counterfactual.
New World set-up, Global Gov.
Is that the occult plot?
Supra-National bodies set the course
Any choice, we have not got
Mix the cultures, sow division
Weaken institutions
Abolish history, burn the books
Spread fear and destitution
‘It’ll be good-for-you’ assurances
Self-appointed Philosopher Kings
Would turn us into dispossessed
Where we rent all the things
‘You’ll own nothing and be happy’
That’s code for lost consent
You’ll have no rights
And woe betide
Any expressions of dissent
Surveillance state, Panopticon
Green future’s cold and Soylent
Brave New 1984 in play
Life as lifeless entertainment
Comedy villains strut the stage
Schwab, Fauci, Gates et al
But are they just the front-men
Convenient for a fall?
Klaus is Dr Evil,
Fauci’s mini-me-a*
Gates’ software’s virus prone
So that’s where he got the idea … (sorry!)
To get us in an Arms race
Annual virus needs fresh meds
Roll up Sleeves, you’re a buggy OS
To patch at great expense
Yet, All the world’s a theatre
Writers, directors keeping mum
Silent Players of the Great Game
Stealthily hope to overcome
But,
Trump’s patriots spoiled their chances
Plumbed the depths of swamp
Caused Globalists to rush their fences
Populists catching up
They took us by surprise
The battle’s not yet won and lost
The victory’s worth the having
We must make it worth the cost
So when we’ve won
We must reflect
On how they got so strong
Every principle we compromised
We helped them right along
Clean up your room, As JP says
The work begins at home.
* Don’t judge. Rhyme crimes, Achy Breaky Heart (B R Cyrus) and Lonesome on the Phonesome (‘Darling’, F Miller), made money.
