The Crossroads

We stand at a crossroads, stood close to the edge,

As the media drives, an ever dividing wedge,

So easily swayed, most just fell asleep,

No longer thinking, just acting like sheep,

Paid and bought, our politicians spend,

Money like, It’s a new fashion trend,

The bill will be laid, squarely at our feet,

It’s a price to pay, that we’ll never meet,

But that is their plan, a reset they call,

Where all our rights, will end and fall,

Those that are left, after the cull they plan,

Will be shadows of people, of woman and man,

So it’s time to draw, that line in the sand,

The gloves are off, from both our hands,

This may get messy, but one things for sure,

It is the people, who are the only cure,

Get off your knees, and stand up and fight,

Our days are numbered, we must get this right,

Distraction is, the name of their game,

But it’s time we all, named and shamed,

These people do not, work for us no more,

They’re too busy pocketing, bribes galore,

Don’t read the press, ignore the TV,

Or this will be end, of our history!

— Alan Firmin