Will Of Their People Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

A
sad
broke
society
countless
daughters and
sons, the blatant
signs, all kin sealed
within, a common fate
and ‘the masters' cannot
sense of the degradation, the
starvation, the retaliation, that
planning of poverty, and endless
indebtedness that keeps paying
‘them' in ‘interest' and rendering
‘US' broke until death …
fomenting a further financial
depression atop a worldwide
pandemic expressing death, by
an invisible virus ruling the food
chain that ensnares US … with the
monied obsessions of coin gobbling
miscreants, a join US, or spurn US edict
spurious to all reasoning; and more than a
few of ‘US' politely unassuming of the ‘ides'
of a planet wide utilitarian methodology of that
‘population control' thingy … ring all of your bells
yet? For the entire population of humans on this
Earth that had better be an "Oh Hell Yes"
acknowledgement of the facts such as
these are being presented to the all
of ‘US' … Where are the prime foodstuffs
produced in all countries being shipped out to?
Where are the most easily accessed natural resources
of all nations being shipped out to? When will the
total debts of all nations become due and payable
and payable to whom? How profoundly do the ‘elite'
within every nation suffer as do the general populations?
These, just a quick few of the specific questions this
generation on a worldwide basis must ask and rather
quickly too … For the each of you know what will quickly
become of you and yours when those strumpets and
cash whores in your midst at the behest of those
‘elites' at your head … decide to use and then
release their stores of war weapons to
contain the ‘will of their people.'