The Fool Poem by mini sla

Reduced to one day in seven
Caged through no fault of their own
To return once duties fulfilled
Stapled to one spot unable to breathe

One given day in a calendar month
Woodlouse leaving their habitats
Being used to annihilate the spirit
Measly expectations to nourish ones soul

Unimaginable amounts conjured in their minds
Like carnivores in pens at feeding time
Frenzied activities suddenly all cease
Retreat to slumber peace for a time

Exploitations of truth twisters of minds
Wreak fear and havoc in those who believe
Facts of which were not defined by me
Unimaginable amounts if in truth rarely seen

All institutions to blame hideous creatures
Offer me slim pickings sense of unreality
While elsewhere more horrendous acts of cruelty
World fooled into what they want us to hear