Workshop Of The Globalists Poem by Raj Dronamraju

They transcend the body in separation
Consume from within until no innards are left
Wear the outside for skin, brother and sister hood with others of similar skin
Work on passing on the parasitic danger of the motion of money

They hammer out the blue rinse lie
Dictated by 80 year old financiers and the political puppets they control
Construct social identity that is shallow identity
The mirror has no soul but it is where their recruitment operates out of

Arm the mindless mob with segregated grievances
My injustice is bigger than yours
Meanwhile, your banks and your products are no longer yours
Sovereignty stolen by the amorphous outline of trade

Fill me in with red hot tongs
Stretch out the metal while it is still in a pliable state
All over the world they manufacture unity from greed and selfishness, sell it as freedom
My wallet is empty, nothing to pay for the products made in the workshop of the globalists