Poem Genocide, Greed and Unemployment - (1st Draft) - (Hard) - (poem / lyric)

Genocide, Greed and Unemployment

They planted the seed, they scattered the word,

the flock was delivered, the shepherded herd

was once from above, from the sign of the dove

Twas nothing but shock, from the cry of the cock

They watered the crop, they scribed the script

the fish had arrived, the scales were tipped

who knew the tale, of how they would fail

Twas a heart wrenching sigh, that delivered the sty

They fertilised the living, to deliver the crop

the bread was moulded, the penny yet to drop

the mutton was prepared, no souls would be spared

Twas but a mornings work, not to go berserk

They harvested the proceeds, to reap the rewards

the wine was warmed, the ceremony of awards

the knives sharpened, the spirits had darkened

Twas the timing of the Cull, that controlled the null

They came to clean up, hard work from the sun

the chop had to come, as the pigs had the gun

the numbers they had, the carriages so sad

Twas the ones who knew how, who bled the cow

They prepared the feast, they came from far and wide

the tables were full, rooms crammed side to side

the owners generosity, lured all for curiosity

Twas nothing to see, but a false sense of glee

They closed the doors tight, celebrations of delight

for the food was steaming, and the eyes a streaming

all products within, the harvest a success

Twas not just the crop, that we had to say God bless

They muffled the cock, to hide the clock

for the next day was not coming, for banging and running

the tale was now known, that it was the owners who own

and the workers who work, are nothing but bone.

Poem The Spin - (poem / lyric)

The Spin

The beauty of life, upheld in the wind

it wasn't the earth, sun fire or sin

that created the spin, on views within

Twas the others, who's views, judged others with spin

The world spun around, with velocity hath

the notion of falling, and flung off the path

had all a round, in a spin from within

Twas the core, that we knew, was the catalyst of spin

When was it to end, the view points of wrong

that created a patter, of birds a sing song

the words blew apart, with no connection within

Twas the resonance, of return, from the words to begin

Sitting alone, these viewpoints swung and rebound

with earth shattering consequences, we did and had found

these bars they imprisoned, the innocent from within

Twas the noise, of the chatter, that clanged like a din

The songbird had sung, across parched meadows begun

that sweet sounding chorus, over earth wind and sun

the meaning translated, a more coherent run

Twas the release of the judged, to undo, had begun.

The sun was a shining, the earth was rebounding

the birds were a singing, the sound was resounding

the cell was reopened, the connection awoken

Twas the viral spreading, that had to be broken