Post No. 831
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Goodbye Mister Zee
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The masses are restless
After a long sleep
They thought they could trust you
But instead what did you do
Fleeced them and kept them
In subservient positions
Untrained and earning a pittance
Conned them with meaningless words
Surrounded yourself with comrades
Afraid to speak the truth–
Even under oath
Fear is the currency of value
But at last the tide is turning
People’s hearts are burning
And Elvis has left the building
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©Denise G Allen, 28 June 2015 11:25
