Divided Indeed

Divided yes indeed I say It might take me a minute To build a rhyme that bares my shade And for all has something in it Supply demand well that’s all fine Barely got past 101 But I fear we might be reeling yet From good old 911 Bin ladin weren’t no fool you know A genius some might say He’ll run our lives from where he’s at Forever and a day And what brought on that spiteful morn What hatred how and why What prompted such insanity And fire in the sky Had folk not ate since yesterday No food fell from the skies And when a package finally did Could not believe our eyes A crumpled up old magazine Was placed there in the fold To shield from any damage to This precious gift of gold Upon the pages of that mag What things did you behold As you devoured a cake of rice Life started to unfold My word tell me that’s not a house Is that a meal for one Oh look the doggie has a house I sure wish I had one What child is that with gut so fat The dog drags his around They chuck their food out in the trash For fear it might be old Less poverty and strife you say Equality for all My lifestyle haps could stand a tweak Not yours no not at all Do you share your food as you do your flack Are your children all tucked in A shame we only think to bash What gets under our skin The answer’s here nor there my friend Nor blowing in the wind To know what breeds such fiendish minds We need only look within Copyright © Mike Martin 2015 www.adividedworld.com