What was up discussed.
Or who was down with frowns on faces.
These days like facts,
Once produced to reveal truth.
Does not matter.
When the act to reduce,
A population of all races.
Has begun to take place.
While many are kept distracted,
By a debating of those chasing...
Votes to eliminate,
Who is eventually picked.
And qualified to sit and explain,
With an ability to convince...
That a reality for what it is,
Is nothing more than a 'minor' pandemic.
Created to effectively control and limit,
Inhabitants of a planet.
Found a necessity to do and this pursued,
Without those deluded becoming panicked by it.
That's all!
"Whew!
What a relief.
I thought it was something more serious than that."
-No, not at all.
Just your average pandemic.
A solution to end,
Unpaid debts.
And those with a need to feed their greed.-
"Well...
Thanks to God,
I am forced to live basically.
And...
Within a budget too! "
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem