Gord

2016-12-20 12:00 am

Pastures dry, the people see,
Move on and feel their freedom,
Seldom hearing people eaters.
Creature seeking not being a career,
Having not done it for twenty years,
Seeking all monsters to be sought.
Tables turned, the people rot.
Yearning on for cannot be.
Informed thoughts cannot read,
Nor breed cattle to buy bread.
Masters of a humble rest;
Grow their own bread,
Farm their own cattle,
Fight their own battles,
Propagating views to their peers,
Which idealize each other,
Making careers of judgement.