Deception Is An Art

How can one truly own the sun or it's moon light that dances upon the water, a grain of sand, a piece of land, a flowers sent, another's intent, or someone else's son or daughter?
Got ya with the tie and collar, makes ya want to howler.
Contracts speak in forked tongues, jagged are their edge.
Nature lies on the gambling table, dangling on the ledge.
Politicians stand in line with closed minds and open pockets.
They declare war for special interest groups that deal in drugs, oil, guns and rockets.
Slaying our young on their battle fields while the tax payer flips the bill. How many more will we send off to war and how many more will they have to kill? All the while our so-called leaders are lieing through their teeth and to their hearts.
Cashing in on Mother Nature, while broadcasting false propaganda to the masses.
Deception is an art.
Will it be life, or ashes?