Minions

We are all little minions

In the age of strong opinions

Leaning to this and that side

What we forsake and what we abide

Is decided so fast you can‘t blink

Ponder, dwell, reflect or re-think

Opinions are rushing around

Peace can only be found

In the eye of a storm

Outside of the norm

Of screaming and yelling

Of each other telling

What to do, what to think

We are on the brink 

Of madness

God bless 

This fucking mess