Ending Of The Feast Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

How can one tell a people,
Accustomed to feasting...
The ending of the feast,
Approaches with the upcoming dawn?

And a living done 'within' their means,
Is in their future.
With no credit cards to own.

With a parking of their cars.
And a healthier way of life...
Showing a more discipline with fitness,
Shown.

Because all of their loan days,
With debits will be gone.

How can one tell a people,
Accustomed to feasting...
The ending of the feast,
Approaches with the upcoming dawn?

And they,
Will live on!
Or wont.

A change they can believe in.
With a reality to clearly breathe,
Comes.

And the singing of 'We Shall Overcome'
Will just be another song to sing.
As a process begins...
To fulfill a communal socialism,
On the horizon.
On the scene.

How can one tell a people,
Accustomed to feasting...
The ending of the feast,
Approaches with the upcoming dawn?

And they,
Will live on!
Or wont.
Leaving those humble and meek,
To inherit the Earth.

'Why so evil, dark and gloomy?
You're evil to wish that upon us! '

SNAP out of it!
The amusement park is closed!

I reference the Bible!
What...
Or should I say,
'WHO' supplies your observations?
And...
I'm evil?
Why?
Would it be because I do not cling,
Onto 'your' delusions?