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Political Poetry: The World is a Stage
The whole world is a stage
And we are all Gods doped up actors.
Using free will to put one foot in the grave
Ignoring all the underlying factors
We all have our parts to play
Some of us living in haunted memories of the past.
Some of us coloring in 50 shades of grey.
And all of us looking to be free at last.
But freedom is an illusion,
Created by those who would have us enslaved.
Working us tired to the brittle bone,
Till we are all raving lunatics restless and depraved.
All the while God looks down on us
Watching us bang our heads on a wall
Listening to our daily prayers,
And knowing he can do nothing at all.
For the whole world is a stage
And we are all his doped up little actors.
The show must go on,
And nothing else really matters.