Poem

Card Trick – Ruth Johnson

Card Trick

Nov 26, 2019 1:02 PM
Ruth Johnson

It is a house of cards
That’s all it ever was
Held up by strings
Dangled from above
But not as high as Heaven
Just below
But we have become puppets
And they run the show
But they do not own the theatre
They only rent the stage
To put on a play
That runs for an age
Spectators rent seats
Pay with their souls
Watch all the actors
Steal all their gold
The final act is nigh
Unfolding by and by
The curtain is lifting
The stage is set.
The actors in the wings
Are gnashing their teeth
This is the grand finale!
The attack of the beast!
Those cards will tumble down
A New Show will be birthed
The puppeteers will dive
The politicians crash
And all those in authority
Will land into
A pile of ash
Followed by a Light Show
Never before beheld
Flashing on the curtain
The audience
The stage
Claiming back the theatre
The Bill has come due
That house of cards
Is monopoly money
They allowed us to use
We played with it
We strayed with it
We counted it too
But it was only real
For the trees in the paper
The trees they slowly shaved away
To further play their caper
The only thing about it
We need the trees to breathe
And soon they are burning down
To bring us to our knees
We will be scrambling through the ashes
Searching for our cash
And come up with a joker
And a handful of ash
The Owner of the Theatre
Is putting on The Light Show
He Loves trees
He Owns them Also
He likes to see them grow
Hates to see them go
He wants EVERYONE to know
THIS IS THE FINAL SHOW!!!
REPENT! REPENT! REPENT!
Do not give up!
I HOLD ALL THE CARDS!!!
And soon, very soon,
You are ALL playing
52 CARD PICKUP!!!

 

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