It's all a game to themA Poem by BelaIts all a game to them. Controlling, dominating, Manipulating us to buy food
That makes us sick, Selling us medicine That doesn’t cure anything. Watching us, Got their tentacles Like syringes Inside us Sucking us dry From every vestibule. Its all a game to them A game of world domination. © 2013 BelaAuthor's Note
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