Ackhey

 

You’ve manipulated because so many were unaware.

But we’re here to  occupy because you do not care.

It might look like you hold all the cards  but say,

We are young energetic ones who can. . . . .  ackhey.

 

You want us to compete until there’s no resources left.

We rather an authentic life; to that idea you are deaf.

Greedy, you  leave nothing behind.

We say you have crossed the line.

 

A line delineating haves from have-nots.

We do not accept that dreary lot.

We’re becoming increasingly aware,

Shaking reality making it tear.

A greased hand gripping, control no longer tight.

You no longer have all the might.

Decline becomes an electronic glitch veener.

We expose your  black secrets held so dear.

Your undoing is not protected anymore.

 Sucked into a vortex of your own inner war.

Surrounded  by fears you tried to keep us in.

If we were judging, we’d say that was a sin.

But we are over that, we  want integrity, a lighter flow.

One that allows free energy, ways you already know.

Create ways to grow an abundance of natural, organic food.

And let the healthy cures be all over mainstream news.

 

You’ve served your purpose, thank you, we are awake.

And becoming responsible by pulsing the frequency it takes.

With waning support, your energy quotient is sacked.

Your choice is simple: leave now or be hacked.

We’ve got better things to do in balancing love and light.

Return to where you came from, back to the darkest night.