NEW CURRENCY by Tom Jensen
Atop the ocean floats dead things
Wrapped up all nice in a warm coat of oil
At my feet lies a polluted field
Here where there was once rich soil
Do only us poor souls know
That not much can grow
and thrive in poverty?
Thus I’ve had problems lately
Just providing for
and feeding my family
So much so I’ve been thinking about
Uprooting the whole family tree
I’d sure like to move
I just don’t have the money
Here I stand
looking up at a man
Who holds in his hands
the new currency
He sold away
our dreams for fear
As he says he knows
what’s best for me
But what does fear buy?
It buys control…
And it also buys time
When the elites don’t know:
Just how the people
they will respond
To all the injustice
that’s been going on
Both domestically here
and also abroad
By those who get off
on playing God
Such a tangled web of truth,
deception and lies
Who can’t we trust?
Here are some names to examine:
The Illuminati believe they’re
the only souls of worth
For what they strive for
is both feast and famine
Free Masons want to
rule the world
But I can’t say
I really blame them
Bilderberg wants control
over all the earth
These ruthless lions
no one can tame them
Seems we’re all now paying
for an imperialist past
That our government knows
should have been taxed
To the concerned citizens
of the old regime
Hence this learned dissident
has been a busy little bee
Gathering up information
And trying to unravel the scheme
Ever since this burden
Was passed and placed onto me
I’ve yearned to learn
all about the world’s history
Of the evolution and expansion
Of the total lack of humanity
I think it was Gandhi
who once said famously:
“Western Civilization – it does indeed…
Sound like a good idea to me"