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The Ways Of The Ones (herded from the truth)




step up to the plate
but don't expect to be fed

you can drink the water
at a cost

what was God's
now belongs to the government
the city

the poor are starving
the middle class are the disappeared
the rich are the Paul Revered
Hooray Hurrah

the tip-toppers are fat-greedy
top-heavy and locust-hungry
they have already found their way
into your pockets

we're ground up in their gadgets
by their gears
no place to afford to live
why the fears
too many of their devices
and propaganda destroying
our censoriums and our ears

what better way for Pappa to
watch over you
come to Pappa

what better way for Big Brotha
to listen in

yet we keep our fingers moving
moving the triggers on the
latest boob-box
eyes glued to the latest series
anticipating the next newest
con-craze

distractions meant to keep
us from the real action
we their mice
being herded from the truth
through their maze.


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MELOO MELISSA A HOWELLS/STRAIGHT FROM
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The Ways Of The Ones (herded from the truth)