A Penny For a Poets Thoughts I

Standing up for the kids standing up to sleep in overbearing heat clothes damp from their pee, God made night separate from day, but with lights bright all night as well as all day, the children lose track of time, days n weeks. If ask of the time they may get beat, as the old adage goes ....''I wouldn't give you so much as the time of day'‘... Certain cruelty, constantly in harm's way. The coldest meanest adult guards guarding the small frail child. Satanic rituals of sleep deprivation. You say a penny for my thoughts when I am thinking. Why do you say I am wrong when I tell you how I feel? You want to pay a penny for thoughts worth more than gold. You protect the lady in her mink, and turn, the dogs on the people in the park, while they sleep. The lady on the beach is asleep with one eye open, trying to rest for tomorrow's quest. You want to run her out with her shopping cart, but she is too tired to run. No sleep, no food, no fun; So, you stun her with your gun. She has been crying in the Dark, while resting in that park. She couldn’t move, as you commanded her to do. Evil tongues are silent; Evil eyes are blinded; Hardened hearts have no compassion. Too blind to view adverse conditions, too dumb to speak out on situations. Is it only I who abhor the shame? Are my eyes the only eyes, Is my voice the only voice? Is my heart the only one open, is it only I who feel their pain.? Another sleepless night in the city- This time it is a child: Child can’t go to school in the morning; No telling what he was watching out for, ‘’no telling’’; Yeah, no telling.! But you say a penny for my thinking, for you to tell me that I am wrong. Why do you tell me I am wrong when, I sing my poet's song? I do not like the state, of the things. I display my stated; Outrage IN MY POEM. Yes, I am outraged, at this outrageous behavior that is displayed: Lives wrecked, brutal shootings, lunacy going berserk and unchecked! Outraged yes, I am. Now you want to know my thinking, okay I am about to go in on this poem, Bout to drops some bombs on this nation of clones. So, pay attention.! I am about to go all in... Bout to serve it up...have us fighting all these wars, using our children while their own is home chilling. Trying to take back our voting rights while killing black boys on sight; Stop the madness, stop it now. Here, is the rest of my spiel, spilling. I am making demands for amends, give us back our good seeds, stop stifling the willing. As we poets speak up and out, about what you do with our children. Stop, telling us to close our mouth’s; I will never shut up"! Evil tongues are silent Evil eyes are blinded; Hardened hearts have no compassion; Too blind to view situations, or adverse conditions; Too dumb, or numb, to speak out and overcome. So why do you say I am wrong, yet you want to know my thoughts; I got plenty social ills to expose, like the evil hiding in your “good will”: Corrupt cover-ups to be abrupt. We need to pull the cover off those, there's plenty to expose... Ok, I am calling out this list, so, many. I have many more to bring to your attention, like; The trafficking of children – Wars and, vaccinations – Tricking the masses, doctor's malpractice; Overwriting prescriptions – Altering our seeds; Not to mention exploitation, starvation, deliberately perpetuating racism – Providing guns and ammunition to the so-called opposition. My thoughts can go on and on. But you only offer me a penny for them. When my thoughts are worth trillions.! What I utter, keeps the drain of the brain uncluttered. I am just a poet reporting to the gods what I am seeing, I got to step on toes because the people need to know About this Babylon system. So here I go again. They are aiming for genocide, daily committing’ homicide; Killing us now with pesticides: Monsanto; Halliburton, and the men behind the mask. They are the main two, and are in cahoots, culprits with code names. Round up" agent orange? What are we supposed to do with nincompoops? Just lie down and die? Won't be jumping through that hole on your hoop. Why are you keeping all the salami when black bodies are also housing souls? Poor people also feel the sting of the cold. They are flesh and blood like you. So why do you hoard and have plenty,,,,, While our cupboards are empty. You say a penny for my thoughts when I am thinking. Why do you say I am wrong, when I tell you how I feel? Evil tongues are silent; Evil eyes are blinded Hardened hearts have no compassion; Smelling inhaling, the violence that’s stinking’ America is sinking.