melissaahowells
520,336 poems read
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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