Frantic

The not so silent, Frantics on the march. Hovering over, Waiting to pounce. Because we forgot what life is all about. Sending force full screams, Too move people out. Makes room for many more, Who pay too land on our greener shores. Not enough room? Not enough work? Not enough, To share with everyone? Who chooses, Which will be the lucky ones? Only the same, As what we see. Too much money, Addicted to power. Continues to look. For people that are the same color. Views their persecutions, Are better than honey. The bees don't agree, Continue to die off. At least they are free!