Evil Shadow
Evil Shadow
The quiet before the storm,
is more sinister...
than it has ever been.
Because,
there has never been a squall,
like the one ahead.
Food, energy and resources,
scattered about on the floor,
stepped on, and made useless,
changed and made harder to eat,
and/or worse,
a plan, a preparation,
for them... to eat, us.
"Cannibals".
They are the elites,
that change the time of service,
at a whim,
They do not live in the real world,
but one of their own making,
from inherited money,
stolen money,
and money coned away
from the sheep.
Used we are,
like lambs to slaughter,
choosing among the colorful
and the plain.
No rhyme, no reason,
except to gain.
Freedoms slowly taken,
as not to be noticed by the whole.
The reason...
together, "we" are more powerful,
but a part, we are just a heart...
to be sacrificed.
Copyright ©
Ann Foster
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