Violence begets violence
in the streets,
and the fools are pulled
by puppet strings
to create distractions
of division on the ground
while the fat cats sit
perched in ivory tower splendor,
laughing at the rubes
who get taken to the cleaners
for a brainwash session
that leaves their minds open for control;
each pawn serves perfectly
as an easier pushover than the last,
and the cast
of marks are methodically maneuvered
to make damn sure
that the house continues to win
while profiteering off the delusions
perpetrated by controlled media propaganda
that shoves thirty second soundbite madness
down the throat of every chump begging to be gagged.