WE THE PEOPLE

WE THE PEOPLE
Sending letters to the people who care, spending time in the warm summer air. See people, how they look so strange those people these people, who on earth has the answer? What are we supposed to do? What’s it got to do with you you are not even in the know with your alien ways and pride of place you know and we know how much you love to despise with your all so wise ways.
We are the ones who just wanted to live but you stole all that there was. You remind me of the devils spawn hell bent on your wealth and prestige do you not know you cannot get through the eye of a needle. This earth is not just yours to contemplate, these seas, these hills, the green pastures so wide and bright, but then how you tried for so long and now you think you have won, but don’t ignore the rage coming to bite like a viper in the night we were the working class but who knows what is to be and what might...