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The Master Class

The Master Class

By Mark Spencer


With death tolls falling by the way

Agendas are revealed

No longer can you hide behind

What pestilence concealed


The ones who call themselves elite

They want to rule us all

 They’ve played their hand so skillfully

In plotting our downfall


They’ve separated us by race

By gender and by creed

They’ve chosen who their pawns will be

And sown a racist seed


They’ve covered every single crack

And filled in every groove

But when our back’s against the wall

We’re left with just one move


Or so the master class believes

We’ll fight in scattered groups

And if that is the path we choose

They’ll overwhelm our troops


For troops will never win this war

This takes a subtle hand

You can’t provoke a strong response

And hope to make a stand


You’ll end up like the Alamo

No chance to win the day

The weakness that you think you see

Is merely a display


They could have put the riots down

Without breaking a sweat

They want you to believe they’re weak

And do not pose a threat


But theirs is a united cause

Against divided tribes

You’ll fight just like the Indians

As history describes


The only way to win the day

Is peacefully at first

Until the people can unite

And fates can be reversed!


If a nation is united

They can’t be overthrown

It’s only the divided tribes

The master class can own


The only way to rule a land

Is break it into castes

And if you keep each group apart

Your domination lasts


But were the groups to unify

And rise against their kings

They’d have a better chance to win

And cut their puppet strings


Until that day you’re only pawns

In someone else’s game

Regardless of which side you’re on

Your station is the same


You’ll either stand or bend a knee

They won’t give you a pass

To them you’re just a lowly pawn

While they’re the master class!

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