Leaders fiddle while Rome burns

What they do is they don’t learn,

Action is needed not grand words

Thousands die among our herd,

Is that the policy is that what their doing

Allowing the vulnerable to suffer ruin,

Let’s the virus spread through us all

The sacrafice they think is small,

But have they seen the stacked up courses

While denying medical professionals resources,

Lack of testing makes figures a joke

How can they really know,

The true picture in this horror show

Governments are acting to slow,

Telling us what’s going to be so

Bracing us for many future deaths,

Do they know something we don’t know?

Why on lockdown do numbers still grow?

They say that it will peak and plateau

But these leaders and their governments running this shit show,

Do not actually really know,

Or they do and it’s all a smoke and mirrors

What’s really going on, what cards do they hold,

Maybe it’s time we made the fold or show,

What’s in their hand by they way of their plans,

One thing we know is that we’re collateral damage to them,

And we’ll all be dying by governmental decree as and demand.

She lays there in that messy bed

Full of sex stains, with the smell of sweat,

The sun breaks through a shard in the curtains

And dapples light upon her face,

Is this a bed where love was made

A in sensual, consensual union,

No, it’s a bed where sex was craved by a man who chose abusing,

And his wife knew better than to fight back

Her past bruises showed how he’d react,

He comes home from a night of drugs and drink and demands that she

Complies with all his depraved thoughts and his sick fantasies,

He treats her rough, and beats up, whatever gets him off

He treats her like a worthless thing,

And shows her very little respect

And she now believes that he is the best that she will get,

He stinks of booze and his tone is crude

He raped her anytime that she finds a voice to refuse,

And he tells she’s the lucky one, because no one else would ever fuck her

He treats her so worthless, treats her mean,

He does all he needs to control and own her,

She’s his filthy sex toy, that’s all she is to him,

He makes her cook then spits it out and says her cooking is shite

She apologises, because she has lost her self pride,

And he undermines her every chance he can

Then she becomes invisible to him,

She is just her whore and slave in the bed and the kitchen,

And very little else she does truly matters or interests him

He wanted to keep her bare foot and pregnant,

But thank God he has no fertile sperm him

For he is as impotent, which kind of defines his way if life,

He is a loser, a predator monster, and a rapist,

And just a worthless waste of oxygen,

And she hopes that karma catches up on him,

And pays him back for all he’s done to her.

She lays the in terrified anticipation

In a far off foreign nation,

Ripped from her home town streets

Forced into the female slave trade,

Drugged and placed in rooms to be raped each day

Shaking and drousy and so afraid,

Wondering if she will survive another day

Just a piece of meat to be abused by men so depraved,

Who don’t even care about their age,

Many of the men are rich and powerful,

Many of them seeking the thrills,

Sex trafficking is one of mankind’s greatest ills.