'the Bank'

With history profusely we are gathered Dispensable to the frenzy of power For bright morrow a few is withdrawn Seen, though to full length but yet at brim Though carefully scattered in columns In rows of lies we are kept Like the whirlwind promises are released A pendulum about we are made pawns of Though the lake flows yet the lilies wither As the drainage of nectar off the leaves- Causes end in the produce of honey Yet trees are felled to create a bush But this to what, to the end of wants Like wild cats homes are made as forest Pouncing on every deer at sight freely Hmm! The bank, safe store for the predators