A return to one of my soapbox topics - that old paranoia conspiracy.
Sometimes we all feel we are mere puppets, our every action controlled by unseen strings.
Strings that all trace back to the hands of a shadowy few.

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You don't have to see them
To know that they are there
Their fingers of malign persuasion
Insinuating everywhere
A quiet word teeing off the third
To make fortunes rise or fall
Like gods they move their chess pieces
Manipulating us all

It's a hidden echelon
That exists to sustain itself
With the kind of influence
Beyond the reach of wealth
In ones and twos
In their champagne shoes
These illuminati twist the rules
To act exactly how they choose
To the ruin of all else

No matter what you say
No matter what you do
Real power only resides
In the hands of the very few
And it's wielded with full force
Each and every day
Just to make damn sure
That it stays that way