Respect no longer exists.
It's been lost and forgotten as everyone resists
To do what they're told and ignore the man at the top
Make their own rules as he drops and lands with a plop
As he's been thrown down and forgotten like the respect he was promised.
But when everything turns to chaos and everyone turns against one another
They look for the man who was supposed to be at the top and remember:
He's been pushed down and beaten like everyone else in the midst of this terror stricken world.
Now they all regret pushing him down and beating him up
When he gets back up on his feet, he won't the man that you beat to the top;
No. He'll be the man turning against everyone and starting a fight, knowing when the rich wage war
The one's who die are the poor.
So next time you laugh at the man who stumbles and stutters
Remember all the words he's going to utter
because they decide your fate and when you realize that, it will be too late.
And he'll be the one laughing as the bombs drop low
Knowing damn well that everyone below
Will be burned to ash, blend with the snow and know that nobody can save you when his guns unload.
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~My Thoughts~
SaggisticaThis is just somewhere I write things. I start thinking and then I start writing. It might be sad, it might be happy, or it it could be infuriating. A little birdy told me to open up a bit. So I will. To you.
