In Need
In Need
Indeed,
we are in need,
and we were put here
by "them", the "others".
Those that have money,
and power,
and influence.
We have been pushed to our limits,
and now we are meant to starve.
They have burned down the food,
and taken away the means for us to recover.
They are waiting for the ripe moment,
that the small animals,
the sheep...
bleat out their cries, so loudly,
they will accept whatever sustenance is given,
whatever safety is provided,
That will not, or does not matter...
even if it is made of plastic and chemicals...
as long as it is served in the best room,
in the slaughterhouse.
The curious are denied.
The courageous are killed.
The pendulum is turning in the wind.
Good sees all,
and evil knows that time is short.
So the sowing of wheat is gone,
in favor of the chaff.
Ask yourself how this will end?
Do you know already?
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2022
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