In the open

The world’s too big,
And we’re too small.
Let’s play a game.
One of label’s, cover’s and names.

I’ve got crown,
You’ve got church
And he’ll take government.

Watch the priest slip the blade in.
He uses ‘gentleman’ to clot up the blood.
Your MP sits in luxury,
While you foot the bill.
It’s all top heavy.
A fraction we’ll never solve.

Give me a label.
I’ll feel much better.
I’ll ‘belong’.

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hmmmm...lol Most of the idea's are from 'Royal Hunt of the Sun' by Schaefer (it's not spelt right but it's near enough). courtesy of his embittered pizarro, of course ;)