Where we stand, they control.

Where we stand, they control.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

What becomes a bank
If there is no need for money?
What becomes a church
that has no followers?

They control,
they tell you
what to do,
to control,
they sell, they
make sure you buy,
to control.
They advertise to control.

Organizations need
the needy
to need them
to survive, to control.

Where you stand,
they have control.
any methods will do,
Big brother is watching.
but who really needs whom.

Who really should be on their knees
in a twist of good fortune,
when there is no demand?

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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