People I'll Disposed Poem by James McLain

What if the world had a real threat
to rally behind?
Not some man made decease that they
have had the cure for!
The collar of oppression, working dawn
to dusk, to survive.
Being to tired to know what's going on.
What of dream's?
If when you sleep that there's nothing
but white static in your head.
Genetically modified foods
you know it's bad when the rabbit's
won't eat the lettuce.
And the bird's won't eat the bread!
While one hate's everyone and the other
wants control of all you see.
Most blind from birth
know there's a rainbow over head when
it rain's and why it's there.
And what it represents and why some care.
Above and far away they've seen it all.
Far down within,
inside the center it can move from here
to there
a quantum flux and much faster than the
speed of light.
If you turn away and never look.
It changed all.
Predicting what is bad inside each head
we turn away.
Then someone replaced the fuel, the tank
and filter, for someone good.