Picked The Final Hour Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

What news is being disguised
By the worlds, Dictators, & Hierarchy,
The tales the rest of us hear, each day,
Why wars, conflicts, each of us will die,
Soon enough anyway.
What's the real urgent reason,
So many innocent people,
You kill along the way,
Why can't us possible targets,
Know the truth, if you plan to make our day.
Being Rulers of countries A gig
Ninety-nine percent of us normal minded people,
Will never imagine or see, You, have money, power,
Or is it some crazy bet, and you have already,
Picked the final hour.

The Original: Tom Maxwell © 3/7/22 AD
3: 00am