157. June 6th
The sun shines cold giving unfounded hope,
It mocks the gullible people below
Laughing at them like a kestrel at a rabbit,
They cannot see and do not know.
The bitter wind hurtles past,
Chilling the people down below.
They are trapped like a fly in a box,
They cannot escape and cannot hide.
The sit and wait like fish in a tank,
But wait for what, for what?
They have no purpose,
They have no aspirations.
They sit and wait in vain,
Do they think they are in control?
They pretend to rule the earth,
Their arrogance blinds them of the truth.