The Globalist

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A poem inspired by the Muse track, 'The Globalist' from their album 'Drones'.



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5GoqvKficoE This is a link to a video filmed in Austin. I'd better add a flashing lights warning.

Submitted: January 21, 2018

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The Globalist

 

You took your power, seized your chance,

the population of your country, to your words would dance.

 

It’s not enough, there’s a world out there for taking;

your desire for that power, your remaining sanity it’s breaking.

 

You’ve got the code, the weapons, the plans,

start a war and they’ll take it from your hands,

 

destroying one another as you watch in total glee,

government after government, the world is breaking free.

 

You are some kind of god, mankind is held within your hand,

as your influence spreads outwards from land to land.

 

It’s falling, the world, into total chaos, destruction,

you watch on in fanatacism, your power-seizing production.

 

Whole cities are tumbling, amidst glass and walls,

but there’s no one surviving, you are killing them all.

 

Where’s the adoration, the obedience, the love;

you’ve removed all competitors with some powerful shove;

 

manipulated them to carry out your own deeds,

and with each success your megalomania feeds.

 

And then it is done, there is no more war,

the world all left barren, you did ensure.

 

But where is the worship, the love the acclaim,

there’s nobody left to acknowledge your fame.

 

You’re out on your own in a world that is dead

when the strength of your power just messed with your head.

 

You’ve proved you can do it, command at your will,

but apart from the wind the whole planet is still.


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