Exception to the Rules

Exception to the Rules

We live like shadows innocent and free,

We grow into mature structures rooted in the soil and they come to cut us down,

Laughing and cursing the elements that allow fortune and misfortune to change their world,

Seeking control, they cut and sneer at the very stalk that provides warmth,

Nation against nation, a pervasion intends invasion. Passion stolen, sold as free trade, that slave didn't make the grade.

Cut down the lies told of riches work for your wages, cut down low near the ground.

Little and large they all fall, one by one, for heat for fuel, for structures,

Trunks of trees and stalks of grain, used and consumed removed with out a cry.

Silent and covered the dishes go by, feeding the hungry warmth for the poor.

But me, I'm the exception to the rule; I simply step aside, and write of the folly of fools and their pride.

I can see lions and liars fighting selectively serving in time honored tradition, a war that is never won because we never really learned to tame the Earth.

Hostile nations and hostile peoples rule the night and try to keep out the light,

I'm the exception to the rule, sadly watching the folly of fools.

Listen here and gather near, I'll tell you a story, of innocence punished; I'll lay it all out for you to read. Selective offenses singled out and persecuted calling good evil, allowing evil to flourish.

Explore your beliefs, and know...

There is always an exception to every rule.