Discord In Four Syllables - Writers Block Poetry Contest Week 1

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You have fed us
And now we are
Fed up

We are tired
Of waiting for
You to fill up
Our Glasses with
Milk and honey

You used to be
The bright light at
The end of the
Tunnel until
We realised
We wanted to
Go the other
Way

"Do not bite the
Hand that feeds you"
You always say
Now, we reply,
"Do not mess with
The mouth that can
Bite you.

Our desires
And yours do not
Match anymore.

You holy book
Demands we change.
We are who we
Are and will be;
Unless we want
To change on our
Own accord

There be no bond
Nor accord here,
All we have now
Is discord.

You have fed us
And now we are
Fed up

(Special thanks to @blogger-funda who resteemed the contest post so I see it and @thewritersblock for this amazing idea)