Slowly Bought and Sold

Slowly bought and sold.
From the top to the bottom.
Inside and out.
With a doing of it,
To bring tons of money to a table.
Done to sell and feed,
Remnants left owning that too.
Of a once democracy.
But convinced to believe,
A quality of life increasingly becoming...
Diversified and qualified to identify,
The truth of its ethnic image undenied...
Is the reason why thise blind and can not see.
Has created the greatest democracy,
Nowhere else on Earth,
Had experienced the birth of this reality.

And now today,
Slowly bought.
From the top to the bottom.
Inside and out.
With tons of money to a table.
For the greedy feeding their selfish needs.
Done to sell,
A quality of life and the value of a future,
Forever to leave that possibility behind.
To appease a greeting,
Of those who actually believe...
Selling out will bring about a power to have it.
Controlled by others who own their souls!

'Isn't it great,
That our once established institutions.
And now in the hands of the ones,
Who promise...
They will fo the best they can,
Far away on foreign lands.
To ensure what they now alone today own.
Meets with the acceptance and approval,
Of those who sold their souls.
Believing anything they are told.
When money is involved.
And fiction to delude erases common sense!'

'Yep.
And...
Believe this or not,
That chicken promised to be in every pot?
Is nothing but bones.
Flavored to savor the scent and aroma,
Of your ongoing to stay the way dreams.'

'Why?
Why do you always find to observe,
A negativity around nowhere to be seen.
Why?'

'I Love chicken.
Baked, or fried.
Or in a pot of soup.
To know...
If the chicken is not there to prepare myself?
With added ingredients I enjoy and pick.
Awaiting for someone else,
To do what I can do to cook and taste?
Will not anytime soon,
Satisfy my appetite.'

'There's no winning with you is it?'

'Little gambling do I do.
Especially when it comes to my stomach.
And as of yet,
Have I sat to sit...
Awaiting for a chef,
To come out of a kitchen...
What a sample from a menu,
To taste what has been cooked!
Not yet!
But I am told miracles do happen.'