Divided Indeed
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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
Copyright © Mike Martin | Year Posted 2015
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