In a world of plenty for a few
And too little for the many
The meek do not inherit
The bullies do.
They don’t care
How they get there
As long as they arrive,
The arrogance of power
Sweeping all aside
But nothing changes
Over the ages.
Penned and branded
We are as sheep
Awaiting our commands,
Lethargic, apathetic
That is how they want us.
A somnambulant public
Watching
Not doing
Except for a few.
I hide amongst the flock
To cover my shame
For really,
Iam just the same.
