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