huddled...
huddled
in the cold
the dirt
filthy really
of winter’s
rain
seemingly much
manmade
as part of
our society
these days
obvious lies
yet still
far too many
swallow
the bait
the hook
even
the sinker
such is
the universal
paradigm
these days
a many
lumbering along
as the chaos
thrives
selfish bedfellows
make
self reliance
self protection
a true
unknown
as the ignorance
and arrogance
both struggle
in the autonomy
of survival
a free man
in a free world
a tangled web
we weave
as lasers
in a sophisticated
burglar alarm
a system
never fool proof
far too many
of those
to eliminate
any contact
clowns too
abundant
too bad
the circus
outdated
no side shows
no wagons
in the business
of reptilian oils
for procurement
no UFO disclosure
either
the fear
of truth
the loss
of control
money
power
all
in the name
of
greed
probably bests
describes
the coverups
the silence
the never ending
ridiculous distractions
a constant
barrage
of incoming
shit bombs
psyops
false flags
a plenty
still
the death
destruction
dishonesty
very real
distractions
as day
to day
we all suffer along
huddled
in the cold
the dirt
filthy really
of winter’s
rain