The Wind In My Face

We are but leaves; grown on life’s tree;
given a mind of our own;
we each are unique; you are you; and I, me;
life’s tree; our heavenly home.

But, this world has been turned inside-out;
shaking all the leaves off life’s tree;
a new world order is what it’s all about;
all must be; what they tell us to be.

Down has become up: up is now down;
truth and reality; turned on their ear;
each government led by a vacuous clown;
proclaiming we’ve nothing to fear.

God made all of us; each an individual;
each one; given a gift for service;
the new world order considers us a residual;
the deaths of many; serves their purpose.

We live in a kingdom of vacuous souls;
all victims; of one sort, or another;
most have forgotten our God given roles;
our neighbor; being our brother.

Just who am I; to raise up my voice;
my computer becoming my quill;
I must defer to government’s choice;
ignoring the voice of God’s will.

It seems I’m a victim of a surprise attack;
I feel my life; a failure; a disgrace;
no longer do I have the wind at my back;
I now have the wind in my face.

Monty 9/17/23. # 1,792