The beautiful people
(Heaven is a home with love
Hell is love without a home)
Which ever way the wind blows
Dictates the concensus.
all the rightous people arose
And bleat like sheep.
false, smug,
Pretentious.
Opinion, bought and paid for,
Moral Outrage on cue,
Make the sheep jump and roar,
perform as they are regulated to do.
false people.
which misleader to follow now?
Make the deceiver matter
Whose influence to allow?
Elevate those who seek to flatter,
false people.
shallow people.
It makes monsters of us all
This need to comply, conform.
Obedience for acceptence
Has this become the norm?
false people.
shallow people.
Little people.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem