Hands In The Sky

Far away in a beautiful land
A man was brought to the stand
My lord, said the jailer
Here is the trouble maker
Disturbing the peace
And feeding others his poison
Across the room, he saw Craig the peasant
Confidence to speak unlike other men
Why trouble the people asked the king
Far from trouble my lord, i only offer the truth
He said, let me tell a story
Imagine you made a poultry
So many birds, a big industry
Producing so much eggs
pretty birds with lovely crowns on their heads
For their efforts, you provided more food and warmth
But instead of expanding, losses was what they brought
The feed they wasted
The facility they ruined
The eggs, the precious eggs the destroyed
Dipping their heads in the yolk for you to identify them
Surrounding themselves with the shell as trophies
A few were productive
Laying and protecting their eggs
What will you do?
I will fish out the productive ones
And put them in a heavenly place
The rest will meet their end
Darkness they will surely face
Well said my lord,now imagine
The poultry as earth
The birds as humans
And the eggs as purpose, praise.
I bet you wouldn't be surpised
if angry Hands appear in the sky