A Thought Poem by Floyd Crenshaw

and they run your lives.
yes, they do,
yes, they do.

with money,
yes, and interest.

circulating concentration
of power.

they started religion

they understand the
human mind, the conditions.

you understand the
conditions, but
do you recognize
your condition?

they lounge and laugh.

we push and wonder...
innocently.

money never created us.
love created us.

currently, currency
curbs society
from becoming humanity.

you must do this.

you must meet
a self-inspired
hyperbolic
vision of self.

you must meet
the individuals
we offer
on t.v.

you must.
you must.

or else you will lose
and fail to pay
all those numbers
we gave out.

we will take your home
we will take your freedom
we will take you from here,
so oppressed but content,
into a hell
we have created.

unless
your fellow man
realizes
we can be defeated
by the love
created after
a global affair.

until then...
you know the rules.