Poor Little Jacob

Poor Little Jacob

Inquisitive is that brand of small mind rudeness

Focused in belief that the world revolves around your ass

Little people where home and hearth is their universe

Questions like corrosive fingers prying into others lives, terse

If you want to hear a lie, then ask me how I lie

I’ll tell what you what you want to hear and you’ll be the deserved fool

Parochial little place where fear and conformity is the rule

Explosive frustrations do they have because the group is their tool

Do you look into the water and see a lion or kitten?

Poor little remnants still frightened of what happened

Conditioned to breed for the sake of the Nation’s need

Uncertainty and insecurity their cynical cursed creed

Poor little Jacob, are you the same now as you were when you were brave?

Empty of ideology and split between doubt, guilt and religion’s knave

Technology success has come but overprotection of the children is your slave

This the beginning of a great phase or the slide toward an eventual grave