We are all birds of a flock That is pervaded by hawks Predators who sympathy block Until it's in conflict we're locked Brought on by hateful conclusions Conjured from shameful delusions Trying to avoid societal fusion Based on a diabolical illusion
They claim to love the man who digs the ditch But this comes off as a hollow pitch Because they all seem so rich And say that the poor have a glitch And their worst nightmare would be to switch They're aware of other's values and interests But they ***** their brothers like ****** Using hatred and ignorance To make up the difference
They're so jingoistic Creating misfits To shift focus Away from them They're the locust That chew the stem Obtaining the power of love Inside of their glove That they use to shove A misappropriation That strangles a nation At the rate of inflation Yet the hawks show elation
When the going gets tough We hear the same old stuff Something about 9/11 Or who gets into heaven They find simple answers For complex issues I hope their sinful cancer Happens to miss you But their negativity takes many forms Anything from budgets to bullet storms Tearing down bountiful fields of corn To build another convenience store
These vultures keep consuming While resources dwindle Their desperation causes fuming So they cheat and swindle Surviving by eating the dead That died from violent words said Coming from the greedy vulture's head Until every single animal has viscerally bled
These hawks used to look so regal Until we experienced chemotherapy Now they've become bald eagles Always trying to steal my hair from me But we're different species apparently Because I have no feathers to offer To further fill their nest egg coffers So they forcefully take what they want And then their shameless riches they flaunt Using perceptions of status to tease and taunt Hoping we'll forget they're the ghosts that haunt A world of immutable truths Even the richest can't elude They build a curtain that's crude To protect their fortunate brood Fearing it will be dismantled By an activist carrying a candle So the vast majority can get a handle On a future other than slavery But to finally fight back Requires the utmost bravery And it's courage we lack
Can be found in my self published poetry book βIcyβ. https://www.amazon.com/Icy-Andrew-Rueter-ebook/dp/B07VDLZT9Y/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=Icy+Andrew+Rueter&qid=1572980151&sr=8-1