Never Trust The Government – Breach Of Trust With Bad Intent

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Endless years of treachery

Nothing left but memories

Breach of trust with bad intent

Never trust the government

 

Famine spreads across the land

Fertile soils turned to sand

Farmland now reduced to weeds

Naked prophets spread their seed

 

New metallic color scheme

Machinery rusting at the seams

Pockmarks, pits, strange corrosion

Remnants of the big explosion

 

Twisted wires and endless fires

Broken cars with flattened tires

Nothing moves; no transportation

Empty highways cross the nation

 

No phones, no tech, nothing working

Broken pipes but nothing squirting

Acidic winds that cut your skin

Feels like you’re a Bedouin

 

Blazing sun sits overhead

Invisible rays can kill you dead

It’s a perpetual toxic kind of weather

Wrinkled skin becomes like leather

 

Dirty faces in a hidden space

No one cares about sex or race

Social justice has lost its meaning

People more concerned with eating

 

Brackish water and dirty air

A constant feeling of despair

Blurry lines and no real borders

Gloom and doom around each corner

 

Wasteland warriors and desert punks

Seedy brokers selling junk

The black market is all that’s left

Foundations built on greed and theft

 

Hands stretched out, needing aid

Nothing free, you need to trade

Bartering with flesh or gold

People being bought and sold

 

Society in a state of disarray

Every day like judgement day

Goals, and hopes, and dreams now smashed

Resurgence of our wretched past

 

Murder and rape happen daily

The weak ones trapped; bound in slavery

Dirty corners of burned out buildings

Pedophiles destroying children

 

A sudden end, by a rusty knife

Little value put on life

Suffering and a loss of hope

High tree branch and piece of rope

 

From the ashes nothing rises

Hope just won’t materialize

We made this bed, so here we lie

Blinded since we turned our eyes

thegypsy

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As a hopeless romantic at heart, Ralph indulges in romantic poetry, but also allows his mind time to wonder across all subjects.A master of vocabulary and word-use, Ralph has a writing style that gives his works their own life, often giving his readers just enough information that they end up doing additional research on his subject matter.
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