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the left-overs


Gas prices are too high College tuition isn’t even affordable Layoffs and cut backs are expected and even looked forward to What has the world come to? Remember the easy breezy seventies, where we could all hold hands and work together Or was that forgotten when the oil companies took over our world and minds Brainwashing us with their oil scares and fear tactics Telling us to rely on them, don’t think with your own minds When all the while your salary is decreasing and their prices are increasing Then there’s the going green movement As if you can afford organic products with the measly check you get in the first place How are we expected to change when we don’t know the truth but are thrown catchy commercials that show smiling oil drill workers who are the cause of an oil spill? It was only a small one though, costing millions of jobs and a decrease in the biodiversity of the water ecosystem But it’s okay, we can just clone some fish for dinner Have we even paused in the middle of an oil war and wondered Who. What. When. Where. How can we really solve our problems and the long term effects? Or do deploying thousands of men and women with families left behind take less time Have we wondered whose hands we’re leaving the earth in? Our children. Their children. If they have the same mindset their parents do, what will the third rock from the sun become? Just dish them our left-overs.
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