and wander carefree fields, batting lashes
chewing on their cuds - mindless of the trees.
Who are these tall oaks with shattered limbs
parched of thirst, tightly wrapped in rings
they run society on falsely planted whims.
Who are these herdsmen, dressed in guilt
with fat minds, cloaks and bloated hats.
Who do they represent?
But you and you and you and you and even him
or her and no doubt them.
But in truth, not her or you or them -
.... and sure as hell, not me.