Trap Shut

Trap Shut

The world has gone crazy

People

Believing

Deceived

Pitched against each other

By some foisted disorder

Upon ourselves

Just as we are told

By news outlets

That we are out of control

To reign us in

Through thick and thin

So we may begin

Another cycle

Of the same thing

I tend to my garden

I lick my wounds

I stand up against systems

I discover something

Their vulnerability

Their hostility

Their psychological insanity

Their immobility

Against the individual

I don't do war

I cut and run

If nothing else

I'm having fun

Under the Sun

While they wield their guns

Tanked up

The revolution is on me

One man at a time

For everything is described

As some kind of crime

Where politicians grovel

In their own grime

I will not give in

But hide in their seek

When they make their noise

I won't make a peep

However they describe me

I am not a sheep

This is my seditious creep

Wily

Outfoxing