W.H.O. Knew? A musical protest poem

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W.H.O. Knew?

A Musical Protest Poem

by Daniel Fitzgerald

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W.H.O. Knew?

A Musical Protest Poem

So, congratulations on 75 years

of building collaborations,

and spreading viral fears

and paving a trail of tears

as you built each alliance

and censored each defiance

then spread your lies to the world

and had the gall to call it science.

Who knew that it was you

W.H.O. was the virus, the infection

slipping by us, with no detection.

Mandating us with no election

so as to hide your true intent

so as to deny us our true consent.

So this virus, that is you,

W.H.O. needs us as its host.

And so you float like a ghost

on the lies that you spew.

And who knew, that from those that you fooled,

many would be schooled

to the realization that the world has been ruled

by a small infestation

of low-caste roaches

with your castles and your coaches

and intrusive encroaches.

But the day fast approaches

when you all will be brought into the light.

And all of the fright and the blight

that you’ve created and spread

will cause you instead to dread 

our wrath and that path

that each of you shall walk

to face what you’ve done.

Flushed from the shadows and out into the sun.

But we will harbor no rancor.

We’ll simply remove you like the canker

that you are upon humanity, that scar

upon our sovereign sanity.

Because we are the tigers that roam

to guard the temple, protect our home.

You’re seen now

and our sense of smell is keen now,

and you’ve been caught in the act,

as a matter of fact.

Yes, we know that it was you

W.H.O. used the notion of saving lives

to push your potion, to plunge your knives

to pollute our streams and turn our dreams

into nightmares instead,

making us bolt up in bed,

waking our hearts, clearing our heads,

shaking the dead till they rise.

We now see it in your eyes.

We now recognize your constant lies

and have become wise to your disguise

as the skies turn from grey to blue.

So who knew that it would be you,

W.H.O. would bring it all into view

for all the world to see

your true hatred for humanity.

And while you pretend that you care,

that’s just the necklace that you wear,

tooled and bejeweled

with every soul that you’ve fooled.

But that necklace shows you’re reckless

by trying to make us feckless.

But what you’re missing and where you’re erring

is that’s a millstone that you’re wearing.

And it hangs from every neck

of every joker in the deck,

of every king and every queen

and all those cards in between

that make up your losing hand.

Feel your feet sink in the sand

as freedom rises in every land

and righteous people make a stand.

And every tiger and every dove

that roam the jungle and fly above,

who guard our temple and practice love

are coming for you.

You shove coded messages into our cells

to erase the divine design

and replace it with your hells.

Allowing spirits to enter our body

through your chemical hot toddy.

Your poison poke, it's kept on ice

until pushed into warm blood

where it can slice and dice.

This venous violation of the divine creation,

treating humanity like whores

to give birth to something yours.

A cannonball catapult; get them to believe

the artificial, get them to love the superficial.

Get them to wait for some official to tell them

what to think and what to do

while waiting in a queue.

We come in peace but we seek justice

for all your sins, that do disgust us.

And all your bullies they will not bust us

and in this, you can trust us;

that every deed will be counted

That every steed will be mounted

That every mountain will be scaled

That every demon, impaled

And either here or hereafter,

every beam, every rafter

of your house of incest, of worshipping the goat

will rumble as it tumbles and crushes your throat. 

And every thread,

every seam of your blasphemous quilt

 and every structure that you’ve built will be killed,

and all your inroads with silt will be filled.

And who knew, that it would be you

That caused the Dove of Peace to be released

And your phoenix, that never flew,

was found on the ground to be deceased.

And that dove snatched that wand

that you twirled in your hand

over every pond, across every land.

And who knew,

as it flew that all your plans would be foiled,

that all your stores would be spoiled

and all your garments would be soiled.

We’re no longer fans, just sittin’ in the stands

on our hands

while you tighten the bands

around our glands. 

No, yeah, we're players now, we're on the field now. 

And who knew that it would be you 

who’d help us understand the game.

With every pitch that you threw,

with every walk that you drew,

that we would learn how to hit.

How to train and get fit

to keep our eyes on the ball

And smack it over the wall

No, you’re tryin

to make us your slaves.

You lied and are always lyin'

while diggin' our graves.

And who knew that this, your Final Solution,

would be instead, your Complete Dissolution.

So who knew, that it would be you

that the eternal joke was on,

that the infernal yoke was placed upon

placed by those smarter and better than you. 

Touting all the lives it saves

while we’re filling up the graves

with all those none the wiser

To Moderna, Janssen, AstraZeneca and Pfizer.

We will not forget a single name

Of those W.H.O. helped kill and maim.

As you led them to their graves early,

this will lead you surely

through those gates that are not pearly.

And did you have no clue

as you pushed your poison poke

that, with every tremor, every stroke

that you would only stoke

A fire of ire amongst the folk

and that every bird, and every bloke

would transition to awake from "woke"

and that this would provoke

a rallying of our forces,

a saddling of our horses,

an uprising that you could not subdue

From Topanga to Timbuktu?

So hark, bend an ear

to that sound that’s drawing near,

coming up from the rear

it’s not thunder that you hear.

It’s the elephants pounding,

the peacocks resounding

the tigers roaring, the eagles soaring.

Like hungry termites we will chew.

We’re so many, and you so few

Removing every branch of your poison tree

until our view is clear and free.

All our temples you’ve defiled.

The sleeping guardians have been riled

Turning sheep into rams

that are breaking down your dams.

Now the river is flowing,

that’s what you’re hearing.

With a power that is pure, and has you fearing

as it overflows its banks and inundates your ranks.

But this flowing power is not like an explosion,

but rather like a steady erosion

causing your structures on hillsides to slide,

your foundations on sands to subside.

Your bogus charities, your fake compassion

Exposing you is now in fashion.

Disabling your network of control, 

We the People are on a roll

Your tactics are being crippled.

Your worries have now tripled.

As we’re rising to our feet

you are slumping in defeat

and our voice is strong and our breath is sweet

while yours is wrong and weak

and reeks of fetid poo

from the death that is you.

And we will soon bury you, because you stink.

And did you not think

that like Gandhi, Parks and M.L.K.,

who did not shy away

we will simply refuse to obey the likes of you

and each evil rule you throw our way.

We’ll make no treaties

with those W.H.O. can’t be trusted.

W.H.O. bow to demon deities

and for our slavery have lusted. 

We'll do no business

with those W.H.O. seek to rule us.

W.H.O. speak no truth,

W.H.O. only want to fool us.

W.H.O. destroy all good works, these are the worst kinds of jerks

with their smirks, they only fuel us. 

We'll build no bridges

with maggots and midges.

We'll break no bread

with those W.H.O. want us dead.

There'll be no negotiations with vile abominations.

Our determination, by the way, takes no vacation.

We will not engage

with those W.H.O. built our cage.

W.H.O. award fake laurels

to those W.H.O. have no morals. 

You try to divide us and call it diversity.

You try to confuse us from the halls of the university.

You feed off our control like parasitic gluttons

stuffing your faces and bursting your buttons.

But just know this as you lift that ravioli;

with tacos unholy we will spread no guacamole. (Say what?)

Removing our voices? Restricting our choices

while planning our pain

as you roll in Rolls Royces? 

You trick the minds to steal the souls.

Distract the mares to rob the foals.

You rig the game to score your goals.

You're all snakes and we’ve found your holes.

Oh, but you will continue to fight and flail,

but it will be to no avail because you have lost,

and 75 years of work is now being tossed

into a pail.

So you see, it’s over for you

and it’s We the People who demand accountability

for these horrors

For the world's tranquility, not yours.

And who knew that it'd be ya'll

WH.O. would seed the storm that grew,

that would bring the rain to fall

on scorched fields of grain, 

sown with pain to spring anew.

The hospitals that you're bribing

to get our genes transcribing

to harm all future generations

and farm us all through your mutations.

Neither safe nor effective,

we don’t need no pinche detective

to see those none the wise

getting sick and dropping like flies, vato!

And so the world will soon desert you,

as your spirits have no virtue.

And all of those behind you,

we The Truth Sleuths shall find you.

And who knew that there existed

human beings that were so twisted,

that which moves their very breath

is to cause suffering, pain and death.

But it’s a mistake, you see, it's an error.

You maim your own souls by spreading terror.

And have you not arrived at the conclusion

that this world is just illusion?

And who knew, that it would be you,

WH.O. would work to block our view

of the holiness within each being

using tricks that we’re now seeing.

And as The People do awaken,

the ground you tread on will be shaken,

and all your power will be taken,

and all your souls will be forsaken.

And for each worker that you coerced,

those employers are now cursed

because the bubble has been burst

and we have yet to see the worst.

And in the name of saving granny

we all took it in the fanny

while the doctors and the nurses

cared for their wallets and their purses.

And so our trust you won’t get back

after such a viscious malicious attack.

And try and lie as you may,

your dog has had its day.

So now what will you do

as the world turns on you?

Run and  hide? Find a hole?

Dig a tunnel? Become a mole?

Duck and cower, in your ivory tower

as the righteous rise in power?

Or take your yacht and go sailing

while you hear the sirens wailing?

But all your riches are just Satan’s tricks

to lure you up the River Styx. 

So We the People are now bringing it

and while you’re scripted, we are winging it.

The Bell of Freedom, we are ringing it.

The Song of Justice, we are singing it.

So now hear our glorious chorus over

the screeching of Baal, Moloch and Horus.

And in the media’s incantations,

you’re all blasphemous abominations.

You’ve turned our hospitals into ovens,

our schools into witches covens,

turned our trust into sorrows

leaving lives with no tomorrows.

You turned our veins into trains

loading bots into our brains,

seeding clots into our streams

with quantum dots to track our dreams.

Your every lie, your every ruse

has only lit the fuse

of the truth bombs that have been dropped...

can’t be diffused they can’t be stopped.

And as each explodes with a flash of light

to expose the wicked and giving sight

to those blinded by your blight,

you've created so many soldiers for this fight.

You’ve filled so many with regret

for having flown into your net.

But every tear that you beget

Just soaks your soul in karmic debt.

And as with roaches in the kitchen,

we’re getting busy, we’re not just bitchin'.

And you know, it’s just uncanny

how we find each nook and cranny

that you hide in,

each drawer that you ride in.

The light is on now, and though you scamper

Your thorough riddance you cannot hamper.

Using the cover of "Public Health"

you loot and stockpile pharma wealth

and in stealth,  

you launched your blitz

bombing our immunity into bits

This sauce so sinister

that you all did administer,

turning wombs into tombs,

turning dreams into dooms.

We now know you by your fruits

you terrorists in business suits

Using fear, lies and control,

this is how you roll.

And who knew that all your deeds

would be sowing all the seeds

that we see are now all sprouting.

Of this, there is no doubting.

You invoke Chaldea with your dark pharmakeia

using white coats and potions

to move our emotions.

Not trained in healing

but in the drugs you're dealing.

It’s nature you subdue

while your profits do accrue.

So now hear the roaring tigers,

all you Brandos and you Stiegers.

We’re all actors on this stage

and as for this script, we’ve turned the page.

All your bribes in every hand

to all your tribes in every land.

We will continue to uncover,

every network we’ll discover.

And to all of you W.H.O. mock us,

W.H.O. harass, stalk and block us,

off our platforms you will not knock us

Hear The People’s Raucous Caucus.

That fake pandemic that you made, 

That charade, to make us afraid,

to get us to take that shot

won’t work again, is that all you’ve got?

With razors you did inject in us

the lie that it was protectin' us.

With bloodstream lasers you're now detectin' us

and of crimes we never

did you're now suspectin us.

Letting Lucifer loose into our liquid seas

picking cell locks with lipid keys

then telling our code to make disease

until you've changed us all with evil ease

while wiping your butts with the legalese.

But every person will be dealt with,

every cursed one that you’ve knelt with.

For every voice that you’ve chilled,

For every baby that you’ve killed,

We will list you all by name.

Your words and deeds will be your fame.

And each connection we’ll assemble.

A jigsaw puzzle it will resemble.

You’ve got armed guards to protect you

Until they too start to reject you.

Your big-tech bullies,

they can’t erase us.

They’re simply cowards

W.H.O. don’t want to face us.

You deceived the world with empty words,

releasing killer bees and calling them birds.

Such shameful things you’ve done out of sight

Those worthy of blame , we’re bringing to light.

But no body is cleansed without some pain.

No fruit will ripen without some rain.

The Garden can’t be planted with no soil turned.

There can be no fire when nothing is burned.

Through those W.H.O. have strayed,

our world’s being purged

By all who have prayed,

their words are being heard.

Yes, this is our doing, we allowed it to happen.

"Living our lives" and we we're caught nappin'.

So get with it now, it's time to get snappin'.

No bird will take flight when no wings are flappin’.

The waste can't come out without some crappin'.

So, we’ll use this manure to fertilize our fields.

Not flushed down the sewer,

but used for big yields.

We’ll grow new systems, open and pure,

with lots of hard work, of that we are sure.

So, wake from your slumber, it’s time to arise.

We can’t become dumber, we must become wise

because see, these global assassins

use scientific means

to enter our cells and unbutton our genes

and  rape and impregnate our original design

with their seeds of darkness to replace the divine.

They broke into our temples,

like thieves in the night,

wrecking our wellness, stealing our rights.

But all of their boldness just hides their fright

of standing before us, naked in the light.

We’ll line them up,

but not on the gallows.

Nor take them to the sea

and drown them in the shallows.

No, there’s no dignity in violence,

no courage in silence.

Our collective self reliance

will wither their defiance.

We’ll call them out each by name

and put an end to this covert game.

The expanding pressure of public shame

will assign the precise blame.

For violence puts us in cahoots

with these brutes in coats and suits

These criminals and their loots.

We'll just remove the roots

of their pursuits.

Let’s let the sadness of their souls

prod our deep compassion.

All their power and money rolls

are just karmic checks that they’re now cashin.’

And we must be gentle when facing derision,

from those who made that decision

to bite the hook, and take the bait

rather than hesitate, research and wait.

Most were coerced, let’s not forget,

and now feel cursed, full of regret.

Part of this new world that we will erect

includes helping those W.H.O. did inject

this biosynthetic toxin.

And like a herd of hungry oxen

we must pound the ground until it’s found,

a solution to this profound pollution.

So with persistence and patience too,

to undo this ungodly goo,

and to pursue like obsessed detectives

every perp in these deranged collectives

And expose their funding sources

their incestuous marriages

and force their divorces.

And free flowing currents of cash,

in a flooding flash,

to form new watercourses.

And for those not willing to face these horrors,

the sleeping children, the heavy snorers,

we’ll work for them, though they won’t know it.

An unseen gift, we will bestow it.

Because their suffering is our own,

from it all, we all have grown,

and not to bitch and moan alone,

but as to be a force, that will be shown

to remove these aggressive cancers,

and all these dastardly dancers.

We must change the conducive conditions

that allowed these evil fruitions.

That means each must be that change.

Stand up, speak out, withdraw our support

from corporate stores,

those deep-state whores.

They’ll lose control, we’ll open doors.

So this pain, we all must go through it

because we all let you do it.

This gristle, we must all chew it

and every piece, we shall all spew it.

Because you’re the scum inside our shower.

You’re the thief that robs our power.

And though we could all hate you,

through your exposure,

we’ll just negate you.

You’re the demon in our semen.

You're the stop when we're live streamin'

but our resolve has turned to granite

and we will rid you from our planet.

But we won’t let you pull us down

into satan's side of town

That’s because we are not haters

but rather lovers and creators.

You’re the bitter in our sweet.

You’re the maggots in our meat.

You’re the poison in our well.

You’re the hell in every cell.

You’re the hemlock in our chalice.

You’re the malice in our palace.

In our gums you are the plaque.

You’re the ache within our back.

You’re the stool dropped in our stew.

You’re the drool dripped in our brew.

You’re every protein that has folded,

every loaf that’s ever molded.

You’re the lump within our rump.

You’re the leak inside our pump.

You’re the callous on our phallus.

You’re the fence made to corral us.

You’re the heartbeat that is rapid.

You’re the smile that’s been made vapid.

In our voices, you’re the stammer.

In our calm, you are the clamor.

To our terrain, you are the cancer.

To this refrain you have no answer.

You're the worm in our sperm.

To our steady you're the squirm.

You're the baldness on our pate.

You're the failure in our fate.

You're the limp and gimp in our gait.

You're the ruin in all that's great.

You're the stumble in our step.

You're the bumble in our pep.

You're the nope within our yep. 

You're the rope around our rep.

In our shoes, you are the gravel.

You’re the bullshit in our travel.

To all the twats that hold a gavel.

All your knots we will unravel.

Your academic entourage,

your professional affiliations,

are just the camouflage for your sabotage

of We the People and Our Nations.

Vipers on the left, jackals on the right.

We see clearly now

and our eyes are bleedin' day and night.

And as our blood flows, so does your money,

as we wave goodbye on a day that is sunny,

passing the basket

to help all those sent into an early casket

by picking our divine lockets

then slipping your wrench

around our sacred sockets

using secret codes to erode our health

to line your pockets 

while changing our species forever.

But this endeavor, this agenda of yours,

is only opening a hundred doors to the stages

that are under construction,

funded with the wages of your destruction.

To fracture each faction we need to take action

but we're  not lookin for some cheap high,

to watch you all as we wave goodbye,

calling you sleaze,

seeing you swinging in the breeze,

silhouettes against the sky,

sit at home watchin it happen,

going for the quick fix,

see your bodies twist and twitch,

hearing necks snappin'

like breadsticks

while you sway like so many wind chimes,

and pay for so many sins and crimes.

No, we want your complete surrender.

Come to our side.

We'll give you a way to walk away

and be your friends besides,

forever protecting you from the demons

that ran your lives,

giving power to the wholesome holiness

that does reside within you.

Let it come through and let it flow,

don't you know.

It's a video game and we can play now.

And what this means, and what I'll say now is

"Now let us begin.

Now let us rededicate ourselves to the long and bitter,

but beautiful struggle for a new world." - 4/4/67. M.L.K. 

And one year to the day, they blew him away. 

And ideas, in the end, are the ultimate threat to power.

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MaskCharade.com

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HealthFreedomBillOfRights.com

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