Shears

Wrote this after thinking about the still-growing wealth gap.

You are sheep for the fleecing
Chaff for the scythe
Lemons for the squeezing
You are the wheel's mice

You get in queues
Only to buy your fleece
From the wolves who shear you
And wait on lists just to lease

Those shears more ravenous
Than should be any tool
No mountain of bodies
Could provide enough wool

These wolves want blood
And care not for grass
They only want their fill
And don't care if it grows back

They have their fangs,
But we have numbers
If we just united
Then they couldn't plunder

What is ours, not theirs
Since it is us who make
Wolves cannot grow anything
They only know how to take

Join me on this march
To take back the shepherd's crook
From those who are a part
Of a band of fanged fiends and crooks

Author's Note

opinions welcome