What is to be expected? Mr Trump finally was elected.'
Before was Biden.' Yet there were forces behind him
Holding gold? And other riches.' Influencing this world
By almost un-seen stiches.' Garnering power destroying
So much reveling and disporting.' Deploying much lust'
Of world the apperatus, the opperating machine just how
Much did they own? Seventy percent? Or thirty? Unknown
Or so it seems.' Yet they could give a racehorse as a gift
I would guess a dozen yachts, small armies of influence
You get my drift? On whats what? So would they go easy?
Into an unfriendly night.' Or would they hold onto their levers of might.? Might they not consider? We shall appear
To do less.? And any in power we'll hand some real stress
Along with an advisory' on just how much they can do.!
To instill a charade of difference.? Just a thought now mind
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SHATTERING and CRASHING
An embattled moment gets frozen in time
As an angry storm destroys a glass wind chime
The last noise that it made was a shrill scream
As if its whole existence was worked up to it's own shattering
Being human we are designed to pick up the pieces
Even though we risk cuts in finger creases
A cut so quick and subtle you don't even feel
But a cut in the crease takes the longest to heal
Blind men flip rocks in the river
Distraught with a muddy position
While the bank upstream offers
A crystal clear vision
It's soothing to the soul to see whats what
Don't throw that rock till you leave your glass hut
Even though your target seems to be in perfect view
Your world will come crashing down around you