The Day We Shake The Plum Tree Poem by Ray Lucero

City streets;
Are more alive than its walking dead,
Who stumble-along in a media-stupor!
Drugged on media-pap they've been spoon fed,
Totally oblivious to what waits at their door

Herded/fattened sons'/daughters' of moms'/dads'
Gullible parents who seek 'The American dream'
Who are willing to sacrifice their young to war,
'The Fallen' who return in flag-draped-coffins,
Dead soldiers unable to hear mothers' wail n' scream

'Cheer up! '

'It's not so bad' some may retort
'Love it or leave it' a few may chide
'Sit down, have a beer, be a good sport'
'Kick back, relax, and enjoy the ride'

We must ignore these dumb-down remarks
Spoken by those that have morphed into sheep
They have no idea they're swimming with sharks
They know not 'What they've sown they shall reap'

Positive change comes when the sleeping awaken
The harvest begins when the plum tree is shaken