Corrupt

Who is the master in this frivolous farm? Crystalized chaos should cause some alarm. Irrational ideas with no common ground, Stifled by silence and its deafening sound. Superior smirking with falsified pride, Deceit of the rule book, which we must abide. Glorified garbage, manipulation intact, Forces at work amid the attack. Crippling calmness disguising the deed, Menacing caution that one must concede. All-encompassing threats from the master at hand, Conforming to pressure with repeated demand. Ready to enter, the sheep tightly packed, Pledging assurance, the odds are well stacked. Damned are the stock with nowhere to go, Just a floundering farmer with a poor cattle show. 03/07/2022 Keeper of the Flame Edward Ibeh