Hysteria,
a nation under siege.
The syndicates waiting the wings
from the east,
west,
Afghanistan,
Israel,
Pakistan,
Iran,
Russia,
England,
France,
America.
Bring the gods of New York to their knees
with the sound of a mean freight train that slices
through the silent brain of night.
Is this the voice of the great powers?
The western bankers?
The eastern sand soldiers of their ancestors that call us back to the night?
Is this the voice of the great families?
those Robber Barons
the Rockefellers,
the Bin Ladens,
The Fords,
the Mackeys,
the Windsors.
“What ever you do, don't let them know what you're doing. For God's sake, don't let the people know what's happening.”
OK, you of the great powers,
the world bankers,
the oil syndicates,
the great eastern czars,
You who fed on the brains and souls that are not your and never will be yours.
Is this the voice of the great world powers?
“And whatever you do, don't let the contra deals leak out.”
My friends aunt died that day. :( May she, and everyone else who died that day R.I.P
