POETRY
Words Into Wool
Poetry
I wonder about the words I hear
Explaining exactly what they do
Frogs sit in pots
the chaos becomes an unrecognizable coup
Words are used to distract
drop to knees and cry oh the robbery
Keep your eyes and ears over here
Please do not know your history!
God must want this too
Or we would not be here today
Making the world perfect for some
And able to look the other way
Snatched like the snakes’ spine
pulled from the meat by the vulture
Avoiding every uncomfortable Truth
Has become the culture
The frog will leave the warming water
Spotting the words manipulated into wool
It is so much easier to fool people
Than to convince them they’ve been fooled.
Does no one question the end game?
What is All This and Its Purpose?
History is being repeated
The goal is to usurp us
