So, my friends… (poetry)

So, my friends

It’s getting weird

What is unfolding

Seems engineered

It is not friendly

Or at all benign

It appears on purpose

And by design

They’ve had their meetings

And now decided

That for the future

You’ll be derided

What’s already happened

Hasn’t quite worked

Instead it’s awakened

And even jerked

Some from their slumber

And focused their thought

To look a bit deeper

Than the narrative taught

Because what they say

Is madness all round

Insanity driving us

Into the ground

But that’s where they want us

Right under their thumb

They push ever faster

For that time to come

~

But it doesn’t have to be that way…

(c) K Wicks

Something new… (poetry)

Something new

Is rolling out

Not all do know

What it’s about

No more theory

This shit is real

No matter your thoughts

Or what you feel

It has been building

For quite a while

And with each day

Feels more hostile

An attack if you will

And what you’re seeing

Is an all-out assault

Towards human being

They seem so intent

Relentlessly pursuing

Changing our course

To be human doing

For what end purpose

It is not yet clear

And I’m left to wonder

If we really can steer

This fated ship

Towards some hope

To find the light

And a way to cope

~

With what lies ahead…

Castillo de Colomares – Spain

(c) K Wicks

Well, my friends… (poetry)

Well, my friends

It seems so set

Whatever we say

They will not get

That hesitant

Is not how we feel

We’re looking for truth

And what is real

And while they try

Each passing day

To push and plug

In every way

Something that

Would appear to be bad

It’s being revealed

We have been had

It’s more than corrupt

The lies run deep

And what they want

Is for you to keep

Following orders

And question not

Their will or motive

Or developing plot

This isn’t a game

So question you must

Knowing yourself

And what you can trust

~

It’s going to be important

(c) MKW Publishing

It’s now much worse… (poetry)

It’s now much worse

And more obscene

They hold us to ransom

With their ‘vaccine’

They want what you have

And what you are

How they now behave

Is truly bizarre

Desperation

To make you comply

Regardless of safety

And oh, how they try

To push their drug

And ideals of control

Digging us deeper

Into their hole

Filled with hatred

Of darkness and greed

It is our lives

On which they feed

Where this is all going

It doesn’t bode well

We need to make haste

To break this cast spell

~

Time is running out…

(c) K Wicks – Rhyming and Reason