If I were a praying mantis
I would pray for the violent overthrow of your gambling rooms
For the dismantling of your corrupt cabinets
Screw by privileged screw
If I was a man of action
A soldier of misfortune
I would storm the ramparts of your stolen property
Lay waste to the mirror that warps your perception
Decapitate your self-importance
And your defences I’d melt for ploughshare
To till this fallow wasteland
If I had a heart I may find room for compassion
For those you have drugged into submission
For the masses cocooned self-indulgent
Who are oblivious of the world around them
Concentrated on instant gratification
Fingers up their noses
Reeking of coffee and the futility of their toys
If I was an optimist
I would see the future void of gambling rooms
Walk in gardens once the ramparts of stolen properly
Amongst people un-drugged by un-fulfilable promises
And capital gain dream-nightmares
But I would still remember to keep my eyes wide open
I would pray for the violent overthrow of your gambling rooms
For the dismantling of your corrupt cabinets
Screw by privileged screw
If I was a man of action
A soldier of misfortune
I would storm the ramparts of your stolen property
Lay waste to the mirror that warps your perception
Decapitate your self-importance
And your defences I’d melt for ploughshare
To till this fallow wasteland
If I had a heart I may find room for compassion
For those you have drugged into submission
For the masses cocooned self-indulgent
Who are oblivious of the world around them
Concentrated on instant gratification
Fingers up their noses
Reeking of coffee and the futility of their toys
If I was an optimist
I would see the future void of gambling rooms
Walk in gardens once the ramparts of stolen properly
Amongst people un-drugged by un-fulfilable promises
And capital gain dream-nightmares
But I would still remember to keep my eyes wide open
January 2012
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