I live in a shoe And before you ask me any questions Or if this a metaphor Or try to sell me a spot in the latest **** development Let me assure you, I most definitely live in a shoe It is the left shoe to be exact Worn down and some spots extra layers of duct tape To keep out the winter cold And when it gets icy, I have to be careful For if I jostle it just right, the shoe can slide a couple feet You may ask me why, when, what and how And this is what I will say I used to work at a school, a crossing guard in the morning Lunch lady in the afternoon, and chaperone seeing the children off in the afternoon And with budget cuts, my job was the first to hit the floor And so was my pension My retirement was limited and with no health care It was impossible to see a doctor for my growing aches and pain And I was left with nothing, until I came across this shoe Abandoned and tattered, I took to fancying it up Scrubbing it out, making it into a home It took me a winter or two to get the insulation right And the city has all but forgotten this area So for now, I am safe Before the corporate giants clamor over the countryside Pulling up homes like weeds so they can plant their boxed in communities I am okay in my little spot Not long the runaways found me In school the children always ran to me for safety, and now Their children have found me, these lost children We are a little family of misfits, foraging off the land Keeping each other safe In a world that doesn’t even care if we are alive
I just listened Chief Economic Advisor India batted like Pujara In 2020 Batting like Pant In 2021 On economic front In the wake of Corona Pandemic Now you know How important Indian cricketers are! Modi is now hitting sixes Catch him out If you can, you dear farmers Long on boundary!
A lifetime suffered a lost love be found wearing no mask but lovers wore many each time we crossed roads again. Now a mandatory sinester splinter requiring mask as chip to buy food, is implemented overnight.
I was hunted down trashed for years and wished I wore masks for safety. prayed long my enemies be isolated from staining my treasures with distrust.
dreamt to be loved regardless of race creed nationality or social status; we all seem faceless prompting equality but, are we just one race? Are we really faceless underneath macabre fear stained masks?
Now everyone good and evil tastes a bit of their own enforced medicine on locked down mode eat sleep isolating themselves just like they did me this offeres no justice no relief This pandemic universal malady seeing no class no status our abodes or manssions are prisons prisons for our mind! clipping our last freedom wings we are so tired of wars after wars. Louis Amstrong song "What a Wonderful World" just keeps popping in mind at 6:49 AM George Noory radio show Have we surrendered our freedoms for safety to live life free-less? Do we then deserve any?
Isolated years endured has saved me from untimely death where enemies ploted profiting from my demise.
I remain aware awake enough to understand there's a cat inside this Pandora's box lid closed up quickly. Governments hording many a secret unreleased but what is the mystery?
The value of liberating truth is the price placed on a lie sold to us all for mare peanuts to keep us asleep sheeply masked obeying or else face illness untimely death, distrusting all even ourselves, is the new way of life the big change.
Can the world ever trust anything anyone entity government friend family stranger? We aren't cowards nor lack courage we are exausted enough to give up surely temporarily though for the human spirit relentless is resilient outwordly born free like you, like me, like us.
ditch the masks accept no chips Let's grab this weird dictatirial change by it's ugly covert horns. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Karijinbba 05-11.2020
30 million unemployed Americans out of 360 million throughout North America Usa..
Here’s to the little people That means you and I. We create the economy With the things we buy. The rich people object; They say they are the best By squeezing the lifeblood Out of all of the rest.
What the rich don’t take directly They steal by increasing the tax. Only when we are powerless Do they really feel they can relax. And it only serves to help them If they pass laws that are hazy In which they can hide graft Because we are politically lazy.
Yes, here’s to the little people That is you and that is me. We’re passing up our chances And all our hopes for prosperity. We’ve let the rich people rob us In congress by nickels and dimes. While it might not be too late now, We are just about out of time.