The time to question

Has come and gone

Each day does pass

And life goes on

They keep on pushing

And want to snap

The will and hope

By setting a trap

But mostly folk

Are tired and strained

So much is lost

And little was gained

How could we have

Known to preempt

We’d be treated

With such contempt

By our own no less

The ones we chose

Who stole our lives

And won’t disclose

The truth

Rhyme and Reason

(c) K Wicks