POETRY: Their Victim On Purpose

I like to think that I know the plans, the scams

Their plans are to make us all subservient then kill us!

Their want is doom!

Many books and white papers have outlined their mission
The "their" is the bourgeoisie, the oligarchs, plutocrats

I know because what has happened they have told or tell 

I should be happy to understand but feel like hell

I like to think that I know their program, their rap

And how they will ensure and insure their intentions

Again, their want and need is to kill us!

By any means other than their physical hands

With all my knowledge, I succumbed too

Beat down, defeated, depressed, and demoralized

Their want is gloom!

That is their greatest goal, the reason they are powerful

I feel futile like they have always wanted 

I feel useless, their want for us all 

Please, heed my call!

Smile and love, laugh and be merry, undaunted 

That is difficult to do, as misery is flowerful 

Their system may have you numb, me I am paralyzed

Never knowing how to fight or what to do

Succumbed I did and do to their will 

I am their greatest critic and also victim 

"Their", are goons!

I feel miserable, morose, more than moronic 

I should ensure that good is feral

I know what I know and I should be positive!

Genuinely, and not some happiness derivative 

It is not me, it is them, entranced by their induced peril

Drunken by their tonic

A casualty of their main dictum 

A sufferer, catatonic, that does not see thrill

I feel the thrills of life but they cannot be recognized

Blinded by information and what it can do 

I think I have been swindled by all I despise 

I am a victim, true

Engulfed by my own feelings' demonstration 

Purposefully, ignoring all of the orchestration 

By their feelings I will not be swooned!