as...

as

the wind

falls

from the sky

as the oceans

upon

the beaches

the bloodthirsty

primitive

of man's

reign

pours across

the land

filling rivers

w/the misery

of war

conflict

evil actions

that cause

such puppet masters

filthy rich

w/both currency

and glee

incestuous psychopaths

orchestrate

and parade

the streets

of victory

backing

both colors

on the squares

even

a stale mate

wins

for slaves

all of us

who blindly

follow

the crumbs

cheese

for some

only the cost

of doing business

decoys really

for when

the pitchforks

and dynamite

come

that infantry

of wealth

insulates those

masters of the

strings

just another

game

rook

to queen four

as mate

again

allows shelter

cover

a screen of

smoke

that dissipates

the truth

invisible

as the wind