Tuesday, 26 November 2013

THE MEEK [a poem]



Why are most rulers of people  
Treating us like sheeple?
We really have no say
While we live their way

The more civilised we become
The more they treat us like scum
And the more they decay  
The more we become the prey

As our spirituality increases          
Everything falls to pieces
Because evil finds no opposition
When spirit allows no competition

In order to save you lots of grief
I have to shatter your belief
If you have a good heart
You must learn to be smart

In our fight to survive each day
We cannot see the betray
Or the deviousness of their schemes 
That feed of our dreams

We trust without reserve 
While we fail to observe
That it takes a thief
To catch a thief

We all know what good people’s aims are
But do you know what evil people’s aims are? 
If somebody tries to inform the sheep 
Do you think they will come out of their sleep?

We must all learn to walk the fine line
And fight evil with the help of the divine
To prevent the enslavement of humanity
We must bring back some sanity 

So, let the Whistle-Blowers, blow
And make their misdeeds glow
Let’s put them in the light
While we prepare for the fight

“The meek shall inherit the earth”
But not inside evil’s girth

EDGEBA



 

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