Innovation
Is it
Any secret
Who controls
The outcome
Have you been
Paying attention?
Moles and vermin
You are just taking
Up space where you are
Fettered until held fully
Accountable for what you have
Plotted
How it will end?
The fact you have
Been unaware who it is
Who wears the black cape
Whose court is in the garden
Ironic we let you escape only
To surround you with walls
Prophesy
Sowed wide
By every town
And tower every
Weed and every flower
Every corrupt weevil present
The cause for this upheaval
You dug your hole in the best of
Times
The dark
Origin of
Pop Goes the
Weasel reference
Living in poverty
Stealing pawn to pay
For your food and drink
Weasel with stoat refers
To coat the nursery rhyme
A death chime ringing in the
Garden O' gravel and gavel
Bang the gong water in the bong
Jealous that
We discovered
The innovation
Resentful of our
Garden claiming it
For yourselves cursed
Us and our flower and now
See our spatial Power
Splendid is
The Flower!
It can't be
Replicated or
Mass produced
As a result from
Being banned and then
The day has come to being
Renowned O' justice how sweet
It is to see your nervous frowns
Our phenomena has spread quickly to
All territories and towns
Finally
A societal
Dilemma comes
The soulution
Who it is who has
Watched your collective
Drunken and stoned fable
And guided it carefully
To its demise on judgement day
Copyright Sage Sweetwater
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A hard-hitting poem that gets at the underlying fallacy that most people believe from the myth of government for the people, by the people, and of the people.
Ron