A lawyer am I not
And of the law know little
But if a law it takes
Take it to the middle
Perhaps a proposition
Given to the public all
A vote in every precinct
Changing immigration, based in law
Representatives don’t represent
They’re mere puppets held by strings
Guilt, fear or exposure
Are among the many things
We, the people, they ‘represent’
In habitual lives constrained
But, not blind, dumb or ignorant
Of their indifference, and ashamed
A hundred seventy thousand yearly
Yet, most millionaires, it seems
Caught up in a sacred job
But likewise in bad deeds
No interest in fulfilling
Or, working for their money
Embroiled in conspiracies
While the borders over-running
Instant communication
Has helped the world evolve
Curing thus myopathy
Understanding how we’re all involved
Religion within its limits
Reached the limits of its use
Old Soul’s come onto their own
Free of world abuse
The force that each we represent
An impact most unique
Seen and see and spiritually free
Young, healthy, sick, antique.
4/28/19 #5
