The Big Sleep
Amused the crowd, the sheeple sleep
For their lord, or their drug, or their lover to meet
Trump-ettes, dancing feet
March and scurry and keep the beat
What will you say when your children are grown?
When you laughed, slept and bowed
as the soldiers came down
Poisoned the food, the water, the land
Pointed his gun in your neighbor’s face
Plopped her fat ass on your baby’s fate
For what will you stand?
When might you wake?
Though the Guillotine does love if you skip all the way
Apathy and corruption are sure here to stay
The Emperor naked now 10,000 miles
all minions and jesters in lock-step too
and the distracted masses still haven’t a clue
I watch them aghast as they watch TV
Belching and crooning, happy pigs they be
Fingers tapping to the tune
Toys in the sky better than the moon
Seduced by sport, science, sex
Vaxxed and pharmed while white coats dissect
Walk away, walk away, walk away, I say!
Or your soul they will milk til the very last day.
Mishelle Shepard
Kensho Homestead 