Feeding Our Children Poem by James McLain

Power-hungry,
they are feeding our children what.
Misguided by our need for ceilings.
When upon our own floor we can't stand.
Blaming others before our future fathers,
as the river flows past carrying away life.
Those whose debts have never been wiped clean.
Perceptions distorted for helping woman.
Tolerance masking basic qualities, natures drive.
As the tree needs it's roots come think of me.
All burned in the bush full without leaves.
Standing on the ground made by the others.