Bouncing Pebbles Off a Granite Wall

That's what it's like, Trying so hard, To get some to listen, Honing stubborn, To a fine art form, Or is it, That they've accepted their fate?, Content, Allowing governments to mold their future, Or is it demise?, Telling them when and where to pray, Or not to, After all, The schools are owned by government, Not the people, Actually, The government owns us, Just beasts of burden, Taxed into oblivion, While this monster, Called government, Grows ever larger, More programs, To keep the poor where they are, And the rich where they stay, As meekly, So many in the middle, Watch their rights wither, And slowly dissolve away. Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved "A poem to me is the essence of any thought, Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky. It can fly like no other bird to places never seen, Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place." © 2014 Robert William Gruhn