Incoming Poem by John Fenton Mcleish

if the internet
follows this trajectory
elites will destruct
only one thing can save them
that is world war three mayhem
they don't have much time
they're losing their battle line
and falling behind
dangerous days lie ahead
they'll kill rather than be dead
billions will die
for they will not share the pie
truth they do deny
ruthless an understatement
murder without abatement
they plan our demise
as we speak they fantasize
hatred in their eyes
ready yourselves for attack
merciless they slash and hack
trapped with no way out
free speech they will have to rout
you can make no doubt
for there are no options left
will not be a drill or test
they'll do anything
we now suffer for their sins
to save their own skins
for they are privileged ones
we just proletarians
sacrifice the sheep
just as long as they can keep
their fat wall street teat
how long to milk nations dry
while our justice turns blind eye
cornered like rats be
from the people try to flee
how much can they steal
they will blow up the whole world
to save their silver and gold
i'll give you the drum
professional lying scum
politicians
how could you vote for this trash
our lives they intend to smash
they are not your friend
you're already forgotten
country stripped barren
traitors run to Israel
think they're unassailable
freedom fighter hear
load your guns and get your gear
critical mass near