The free world is burning - By Craig Gardner

The free world is burning

Can you smell that?
It’s the smell of burning flesh
On the pyres of democracy.
O! Capitalists unite!
In the face of chaos
All men turn to animals.
In arenas of fame and fortune
Imposter gladiators wave their plastic swords;
Cheered on by their slaves
Who have known no other life.
Born into a world of hypocrisy
And faceless gods.
O! Capitalists unite! O! Capitalists unite.
The free world is burning.
Your free world is burning.


- Written by: Craig Gardner

These poems can be used and reviewed, however my permission must first be obtained, in case of publication as i am looking to publish a manuscript.