The Good Disappear
Somedays there are no
words to ward off grief
I really tried.Maybe
I got caught up maybe
I ignored the signs.
Sign's saying
"you needed a relief ".
Maybe I was reading your eyes
wrong- or maybe your
lips could not say the words...
Maybe your thoughts could
not form from the lack.
When all the good people
disappear and are gone back.
First they come for your mind-
prepaid trip -one way-
no memories permitted.
The grid is weak-and about
to break,leaving on earth
all the wicked - with no ticket.
Like Cops in groups who beat,
kick and mame
the humane.
Sleep well without shame.
Maybe ole' ******* will be
moaning and singing
PLANTATION SONGS again,
AS They wait for the
" good news"
to be texted to them
on their cell phones.
As we lose our homes.
And wear fake furs
to keep warm.
We duck pot holes;
Exciting the thieves;
Thieves lusting for my
coat and my boots
Elders facing the youth;
Youth who feel nothing,
but hunger pangs
We were all good;
Us" truthful" The good
gotta go somewhere too.
SEEMS LIKE EARTH
Is no
LONGER OUR TURF
No-one told us what
we were coming
here to do.
nor WILL they tell us
when it is our time to leave...
when were through
NO ! We will not know
when we're leaving or how.
"WHAT IS THIS
WORLD COMING TO"...
GRAMMA USE TO SAY:
WHAT WOULD SHE SAY
NOW ?
IF SHE HAD TO STAY.
Like a thief and a robber in the night
death will take the innocent;
and leave the wicked ones behind
The plan...take all the money,
build more prisons.
Work them for free,then kill them.
not even the little PLEASURES
left, like sex -food-n play.
"WHAT IS THIS
WORLD COMING TO"...
Gramma USE TO SAY.
WHAT WOULD SHE
SAY NOW IF SHE HAD TO STAY?
YOU SEE EARTHQUAKES-FRACKING-
NUCLEAR LEAKS cracking,
- GMO FOODS-
PRIVATIZED PRISONS-
WICKED TORTURE OF CITIZENS.
right here on GOD'S EARTH.
MONSANTO SUING
FARMERS OVER SEEDS-
NO LONGER ARE CONCERNED
WITH OUR NEEDS.
GMO FOODS- THE SELLING OF
OUR FRESH WATER TO CHINA-
U.S.A OWES CHINA LOTS A MONEY-
DETROIT CLOSED DOWN-
KILLING BLACK CHILDREN
SHOOTING THEM DOWN-
GETTING RID OF
the underprivileged.
Only the wicked
ones are left behind
The good-They die
young,or stay only TO
watchguard over their young. .
when sick we no longer have
Much desire to get well.
BECAUSE THESE WICKED
HEATHENS
Has made earth for us,
A LIVING HELL.
Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2014
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