Running Free
Running free.
There is no one after me.
I am being all that I can be.
In a world of poverty.
There is little to go around.
I saw something, with a frown.
I crept up without a sound.
People hoarding all they found.
We must share all to survive.
How can we all stay alive?
We are struggling just to thrive.
Hoarding we cannot abide.
Others were told about it all.
It was the hoarders time to fall.
Death became the beckoned call.
Hoarders snuffed out to save us all.
Running free.
There is no one after me.
I thought I was all I could be.
Now, I have doubts. Don’t you see?——-R.W. Johnson—–(2021)