God Of Manufacture Inc Poem by John Fenton Mcleish

And all does go according to their plan
The protocols layout the strategy
Warlords will dominate every land
Chaos augmented deliberately

Over centuries they have honed their skill
Master the art of infiltration
A crowned demon that does nothing but kill
Internecine extermination

How easily sleeping masses are led
Grateful for the meager crumbs they are thrown
And when it comes time for them to be bled
War and taxes are all that they are shown

You are a product of manufacture
Molded by the super elite banker
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