Squirrels
Sometimes it's nice to drop the heavy weights and intricacies of society's woes,
and simply watch the squirrels cavort...
How much control do we really have over our lives?
This massive bureaucratic machine is like an out of control bulldozer;
collecting us all in it's unstoppable tracks like insects...
It has an infinite supply of fuel in the form of fear and divisiveness...
Our once blue skies are now polluted with the black smoke of corruption
the rancid machine belches into the sky...
Freedoms are taken away slowly, one by one, under the guise of protection...
And the blind masses vote for their favorite drivers once every four years...
The machine keeps going on it's destructive path, no matter who is driving, for
there really isn't a driver. The machine is driving us all...
Perhaps ignorance is truly bliss...
Sometimes I like to just sit and watch the squirrels cavort...
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