The Fool

The Fool

 

Reduced to one day in seven

Caged through no fault of their own

To return once duties fulfilled

Stapled to one spot unable to breathe

 

One given day in a calendar month

Woodlouse leaving their habitats

Being used to annihilate the spirit

Measly expectations to nourish ones soul

 

Unimaginable amounts conjured in their minds

Like carnivores in pens at feeding time

Frenzied activities suddenly all cease

Retreat to slumber peace for a time

 

Exploitations of truth twisters of minds

Wreak fear and havoc in those who believe

Facts of which were not defined by me

Unimaginable amounts if in truth rarely seen

 

All institutions to blame hideous creatures

Offer me slim pickings sense of unreality

While elsewhere more horrendous acts of cruelty

World fooled into what they want us to hear