Some Are More Equal Than Others

Use them or lose them
Some may consider choosing
Faced with those who don't care
But are always ready to sneer
At any thought of disagreement that always ends in cheering
When peace is found between battling factions
Each side jostling for an outcome favourable to their position
They use their contacts to connect them to those contracts
In those clubs live selected tribes
Whose payments are mostly made in kind
Where one good turn deserves another
But what happens when one doesn't belong
As there is no entry for many but for some
Chosen in words not written but spoken
So as to take them into their confidence
There is no objective rule of thumb
Just changing roles depending on the gatekeeper at the door
Fair is foul
And foul is fair
It has always been
Even in the days before this modern deficient democracy
When witch hunts were still the order of the day
But not much has changed
Since they have put old wine into new bottles
To look different on the outside
When inside everything is still the same
No progress has ever been made
The decrepit state of the world keeps showing where the fault lines lie
The worst alliances uniting in partnership against manufactured calamities
The truth serves to be exposed and disposed
Corruptissima re publica plurimae leges
Exist in these different types of platforms
Who purvey and parade around
So as to be revered
As relevant and necessary
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