It is a set pattern
Don’t you now see
Of just how to look
And what you should be
It’s not a secret
In fact, they do gloat
With well-known faces
Who are paid to emote
Whatever it is
They want you to feel
The next big thing
Defining what’s real
For lining their pockets
And filling their pot
Sharing and equal
Is something they’re not
Looking to have
So that bleeding us dry
Seems their method and plan
With lie after lie
It feels like their pushing
To have full control
Over people and places
It’s their ultimate goal
Forgetting perhaps
That we’re not their pet
Or playthings or children
They still just don’t get
~
We are not their property

(c) K Wicks








