Chemtrails

A brushed Wedgwood sky
the sun somewhat high
and chem trails in sight
and jets spilling white (shite)
its incessant here
we must live with FEAR
of disease
of the terrorists
of every thing
they induce
these thoughts
and expect us to sing
their praises
their crazies
but that is what power
gives people
when they believe
every hour
brings
their moment nearer
that’s what they do
Chem trails are up there
falling down on you