Come on, people people! Have we all gone mad. I’m channeling God here and he ain’t too proud of his offspring. It seems some of the older siblings are fighting against one another so they can rule the world and they’re forcing us younger siblings to choose sides. Bribing us with candy or threatening us to take away our candy and possibly our dental plans. I am so mad about this and you know what happens when I get upset– yeah … I write a sonnet.
LEASING THE SUN
Turn the TV off friend for we’re close to the end of a reasoning wholly assbackward
our own government leaders poisoned our drink and pushed us to flirt with disaster
like a movie director with a lunatic mind, made us soldiers of cloth guarding paper
water guns in our hands, plastic swords at our side, chocolate bullets to stop the dark caper
we must wake from that frenzy, put a an end to delusion, let the gravity damper the picnic
it had been borrowed land, lent to traders for oil, our air taxed, blood for water within it
we were owned a long while, presidents with fake smile, who shook hands with the caper at tea
blocked our sun with their castles, leaving us cold and pale, forcing shade to charge interest to tree
Sun was gratis throughout covered everyone politicians and peddlers as well
the Lord never charged fee,least of all not to we who deemed earth and sky ours to sell
it was free for the living, sun shone bright for the basking– suspicious creatures the lot
that we doubted it real, paid insurance to madmen and watched as we stood sold and bought.
…I hate it when that happens
by Rita Campese author of -The Kerchief Trail COPYRIGHT GOASKRITA 2016