Snowflakes and Snowballs

Talk of resistance
Advancing, retreating
Holding the same ground
Being pushed and pushing back
Some balance in a unbalanced world

Elastic boundaries, one size fits all
Containers and contents shelved
Stock clerks and inventories
Regulated and restrictive
Corporate America

Contracted goons
Watch them in action
The greedy sociopath quislings
Props and conversation piece puppets
Shaking hands wearing knives on their sleeves

Loathing the truth as lies are more profitable
Obvious as their sleeve worn daggers
Sworn and paid to protect interests
Propaganda provides pay
A vile vocation

The free spirits
A threatening thought
Prey to be shot down and eaten
Imitating their quarry, a stealthy approach
It seems they have a passionate taste for wild game

Just like a snowflake calling the snowball white
There’s competition between these hunters
Dressed in the skins of their prey
Stalking and then set upon
Turn at bay

Unwanted response ?
Fumbling with their daggers
Sadistic prick, prod, then cut to bleed
As long as everyone involved is within arms reach
And nobody is armed with long rifles, knives, bows or spears

Smugly carrying on like their intentions are unknown
Yet they become rather enraged if they are
Called out, their predictable reactions
Checking the conditions
Litmus test

Misleading tracks
They lead hunters in wide circles
Covering retreats for thousands of years
False trails, where they think we are, we’re not
Assumptions swiftly made by a single footprint in the dirt

Snowflakes and snowballs melt in the summer heat
Drops and puddles evaporating under the sun
Consequences, the world they made hot
Disrupting her long winter sleep
Ravaging the mother

Resistance or revolution ?
Barely survive or to overthrow ?
Contentedly watching them retreat for a change
Out of our way, homes, beliefs, good sight and mind
Far from earshot, sharp scent and hopefully out of memory

We somewhat understand them and can sense their fears
Well enough to know they can’t understand ours
Ever driving us down into the dirt
Closer to the earth mother
Daubed red ocher

Snowflakes, snowballs
Fallen tossed, rolling or melting
A lot less snow with each passing winter
Their fanciful frozen dreams about an Alaskan ark
“Keeping heading northwards, leave by the way we arrived”

We tried to help them, but they misunderstood our intentions
They were more hungry than all the food we had
Their rudeness and god of conquest
Now feeding off each other
They fade away

I like it alot