Streams

I flow like a river with its source
From the knowledge that is growing
From the sediment of truth
Sprouting up and taking seed
Watchful eyes awaken a need
To be real in understanding
The science of fiction
And the fiction behind truth

Before your very eyes
You see the demise
Of a nation
Not a whole, but divided
Be patient
One day a piece of that nation
Will spring forth in celebration
Biting not only “the hand that feeds it”
But sending it back with a nub
Cause they don’t need it

Then you’ll sit and wonder why
You didn’t even try
To help before it was too late
Now what is sealed is your fate
Drying up, exposing your lake bed
And the dying vegetation that you’ve been fed
No wonder your logic is twisted
No wonder you’ve gone and missed it
You’ll be trampled under their feet

Spend your money; make your ends
Say a little more than “it depends”
Because it doesn’t
It’s bound to happen
When you chain them and detain them
Force feed them and try to lead them
Down a path none have chosen but must traverse
Don’t be surprised when your future is cursed

You led them to water, but they won’t drink

Till tomorrow
~SB