Fruit and Fury

Fruit and Fury               9/26/2016

A perfect pet

Docile to the end

Corralled and commanded

With a stick 

And a carrot.  

Calm, collected

Polite and dead

The innocent

Of the heartland

Butter, grain, and bread.

Far enough

Not to know

And hidden enough

Not to see. 

Farm raised

We ate at the dish

Eating up the lies

Hand over fist.

Unaware

And unprepared

For all that was to come

The beginning of the end

For you and me. 

We ran

And we played

Far away

And long ago.

Oblivious to the hatred

And ignorant of the plans

To set us up

And kill us off.

Strange, foreign and quaint

The muted colors of the past

Long ago spent

And almost disappeared.

None of them knew

Just how hated they were

Sold out for nothing

A inch at a time. 

Friendly, kind, and welcoming

Safe, honest, and good

Used up and sold away

Without consultation

Or representation.  

The harvest will come

Both for the good and the bad

Full, hearty, and tall

The fruit and the fury.