"A Slap in the Face"

How many times will you play with lies,

Lines divined by gods designed by

Kings and queens, to make sure the rich can eat,

While the poor can’t afford to feed or sleep

In houses of quality living?

How many times will you twist the words

Into fact? Carving gods from fiction is pure

Comedy, your godly writings are more than absurd;

Sounds like a story I’d write up

While riding upon a wave on percs.

Who are you to say who can and can’t live

Or who can or can’t give their lives for what they believe in?

The ultimate sacrifice denied,

A slap in the face with a piece of the pie

That you will never taste.

A race to a finish line

That’s been erased,

Covered in rubble from the buildings that crumbled,

Under an economic weight,

That your policies of greed could not sustain.