The straggling queue

The queue waits patiently in a  straggling line

For payment is demanded for our goods

We  no longer keep chickens ,ducks nor swine.

Nor hunt for rabbits in the green deep woods.

As flocks are ruled by farmers,so we live

We queue for buses, fill out forms when told

If  we offence or trouble ever give

We’ll soon be in the dock for being bold.

Yet is it wise  for rich folk to display

Their wealth and fortune to the passing crowd?

This is not  that loving Christian way

That asks consideration from the proud.

Modesty ,kindness, caring  are  now sins!

So beware or find that you have  been condemned