And the lambs did come together under the kindly arms of the great provider. Lo his mighty hands and embiggened heart curving along the soft heads of babes and poor dwellers. His defenders push back, minions of the large machine that bend and fold most honesty, that crick and crack at firstly facts and lean towards alternates. They come as talking heads you see to spread words that deceive; trickery of speech and avowals, expounds upon the unproven, acting passions skirted with rhetoric danced and dashed in floral bouquets that must be heared for balanced debate.
All debate no surety, no truthful lines to shape the nations, no integrity on televised faces. Legal disingenuous with complicit media countenance. They blather rather hard and lather lies and records discard. Obversation, stats, studies from studious years all fallen and flailing on business’s media machine. The spirit trapped in industrial golems protecting wealthy greed behind the minions. And millions strife and strive confused, they look upon the winged apes and wait for sun to knock them down. The chaos and foolish acts plague the minds of sanity. Plagues the people who cling to rationality. Rations and scraps to voiceless communities who keep on bellowing harrowingly, who message and link and repeat solidarity, must forever speak we are here we are here we are here. We are future.