Justified Revulsion

Hey dictator, daddy brought you, with gold, oil, drugs and trillions of laundered dollars.
They keep sitting in high chairs, spinning lies so it seems they care.
A second chance could be too late, their “need for greed” no longer compensates.
On a throne they sit as we all stand,
Ordered to carry out their every command.
Our hands are dirtied whilst theirs remain clean.
Fear-fuelled people are the outcomes of their dreams.
Why can’t we be what we choose to be without being labelled the enemy?
Tell me from what dictionary did you get your definition of “free”?
Who are they to tell me what’s right to say and who to be?
They sermonise in lies to deceive,
Escaping justice with a self-protecting policy.
Why are we so eager to disregard the murder?
Wise people always open the doors, to show us our dejection and the truth behind its cause.
But time and time again, silence and acceptance creep in.
The damage is being done yet still you continue to carry on, as if nothing is wrong.
Before we realise the lies have won.
It’s one rule for one and one for their masters

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