Read Poem/Song: All Dancers Born To Fate, by Paul John Fletcher

Introduction;

Power to the people!

Are we really living in a civilised world?

Seriously, we need dialogue, peace, fairness and equality to evolve, who actually in the biggest picture controls us, many sadly are slaves but are we not also enslaved/farmed in the western world?

Why do a minute percentage of global population own everything?
WHY?
I dont believe this is a natural human moral but many chose to judge, aspiring to such greed.

VERSE 1

All dancers born to fate
Painters of own portraits
Work hard play straight
Truth be known awaits
Dialogue world needs
No offence just cooperate
Peace with communicate

We create matter in intent
Find your want to augment
Relieve yourself from own torment
Count the now not past frequent

Imagine no modern slavery
An environment not treated dreadfully
Fight the rot with bravery
Seek deep such mystery
Find legacies of bent hegemony

Unregulated bank chicanery
Wrong thuggery skullduggery
War mongering humbuggery
Corporate G summit unsavoury
Genetically modified embracery

City of London club knavery
British Empire went financially
Poor can’t afford accountant fakery
Of rich offshore bakery
Extensive camouflaged papery
Call a tax haven revocatory

Workers require ancestral backdate
Not banks cheapskate rate
Within a delusional free state
Back handed insider trader freight
Feather own nests of cognate
Sold out puppets negate
Private owned infrastructure estate
To overseas human right abusers
Tax subsidised business deflate
Unequal stalemate
Desist the dominate

Bitcoin, alt coin decentralised debate
They want to tie and legislate
Hand washing handshake
Hate others jumping the gate

Dessimate and depreciate
Elevate and compensate
Calculate and arbitrate
Frustrating gestates

Undereducate and administrate
Age old heel on neck of uninitiate
Shove fallacy to their prostate
Irate the magnate predate
Hyphenate and illustrate
Berate and incarcerate

CHORUS

Tax Tax
Take Take

Lie languishing squandering snakes

Hike Hike up the damn rate
Give on one
Take more with other

Tax Tax
Take Take

VERSE 2

Ancient Electro-Cleansing
Possible cure for Covid19
Still ongoing never ending
No one will listen to or trial
Profits made their style
Practicing epidemic of controls
Keep you down own your souls
Try climbing their greasy poles
Owned press driving trolls

Pronouncing time when to clap
I’d rather shit in my hands then do that
Whilst they give fuck all payrise back
Bless everyone led that did
Ya should of just gave a quid

Different rules for them
Different rules for us
Chained and locked down
Power corrupt fascism treasonous

Dearest and nearest devision
Marionette masters damnation
Same coffers own every station
Old or fake news media creation
Lofty perch muppet nomination
Truth no! Lost all placation

Immolate their wealth estate
Elite must fall to transmigrate
Force divide and conquer dilate
Buy now life on loan pay late
Just get along eat the bait
Sucked in consumer vegitate

Feel their hate
Taking money weight
Conscience is innate
Bereft of the greedy trait

Hierarchy Ha! Ha!
When I return I wanna be French
They killed their firm entrenched
Freedom fair and equality is call I cry
But earn your path in the nigh

Ask the question
Beyond the Drake equation
We interfered life pervasion
Farmed ancient astronaut invasion
Or placed dark by elites slave suasion
Deceiving monopoly tax evasion

Tyranny rule extortionate
Emancipate common plate
Liberate and venerate
Cerebrate and confiscate

CHORUS

Tax Tax
Take Take

Lie languishing squandering snakes

Hike Hike up the damn rate
Give on one
Take more with other

Tax Tax
Take Take