As Though The Grass Is Greener

That Government.
Moan moan moan.
As though the grass is greener.

We are downtrodden.
We are ungrown, due to
That Government.

Their eyes bandaged, their hook limbs bent,
while our hope is sown
as though the grass is greener.

So my only action is to moan.
Moan moan moan
at That Government.

We only feel in control by controlling (only the submissive are fair).
There is always hope. That beloved thing for which the wolves moan
as though the grass is greener.

As we burn, peace is sent
in reason alone, and in our tiny love, as we sympathise for
that government,
as though the grass is greener.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.