Infestation

The rats are running a race,

Keeping their people in place,

Placing opposing forces in action,

Causing a big distraction,

As they watch their plan happen.

The opposite reaction,

Giving them the traction,

A sense of satisfaction,

Adding another faction,

Using inhumane interactions.

Throw in an insurrection,

Some misdirection,

A whole lot of deception,

The recipe for inception.

Once you let them in,

You have an infestation,

An invasion of your soul,

Giving them all the control.

While you thought poles mattered,

They splattered propaganda,

Proper pandemonium,

Created by those in command.

Planned as something to fix them,

Directed by a mixed up system,

Affected by another symptom,

Racing around for a bit of income,

Becoming one of the victims.

Slave to a system of depravity,

Their rats in every capitol and city,

Hiding in every cavity,

Overrunning your way to be.