Modern Slaves

Sunny beautiful day Perfect for the tiny white cloud’s stroll Out it went the vast skies soaring Gentle breezes indifferently surfing Tellurians from burning beams shielding Like a mother her child protecting Down on rostrums foxes standing Cunningly their speeches delivering Their most vicious words speaking Deadly venomous thoughts spreading The world indiscriminately rumpling Wrecks and shambles behind leaving Innocence, equity, forever routing Wretched zestless zombies listening Wage tethered minds in decadence indulging Black in anger the white cloud’s face turning Wrath in deluge on earthlings pouring At cleansing souls candidly aiming More to the piteous misery adding. More modern slaves thus generating.