Poetry Corner: Modeling for the Role

We got politics but no real functionaries

The tree of knowledge no longer producing berries

Country outta the order of divine ordinary

Full steam ahead

But the brain cells dead

Eyes of the youth filled with dread

All gotta think the same

Exactly why don’t SHIT change

What to expect?

Mamma say MY KIDS

Community don’t correct

No indication no inclination

No patience

God’s time? We wastin’

Betray of betrayal

Society sliding straight to hell

I thought God was supposed to catch it

Revelations or basically the book of oh well