Those tentacles of greed...
Have reached to squeeze,
Common sense...
From the minds of humanity.
And those who planted these seeds,
Believing a selfish feeding would continue...
Are stunned by the outcome of their deceptions.
What has been unleashed...
Can not be contained,
By a promise to bake homemade cookies.
With an invitation sent,
For a diversity to be represented...
In civilized talks about the weather,
Around the kitchen table!
Those clearing skies,
Are now in need of a magic wand!
Without the use of special effects,
Produced from behind a brocade curtain!
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