The Judgement by William J Ritchotte II
Dec 12, 2020
The sea rises and the dead fall.
A pandemic wave or rising sea,
Mother nature has made her call.
Dinner is served but the people are eaten.
The homes are empty, the tenants sleep on the lawn.
The workers were plenty, the jobs have been fired.
The seed grows wild but people lose their farms.
Justice held a trial and the judges held out their palms.
The greedy hold it all but their hands are gone.
The planet is ours they say but the mortgage is due.
Mother is foreclosing and is now through with you.
