It hits you,
if you read the lines,
the fiction,
the soundbite insights
into the minds
of our supposed leaders.
See their deeds,
conspiratorial, they lead.
Never by example,
but almost always by greed.
See their lies
clear as day
for all to read,
on the bloodstained pages,
read what they say and what they do not say.
If they were to look in the mirror,
under that star we call the sun,
their times would be undone,
by the bad things they've done.
Independent thought would
start to take hold,
Our guardians no longer in control.
Mail would pile up daily,
the news of the world would be
about our leader’s decay.
Express trains would spread the news
quicker than a telegraph,
and we would all stand tall in the aftermath.
But we fall for their lines,
the lies hidden in plain sight,
In blotchy newsprint ink.
This corrupt system is starting to stink.
It hits you,
Like a baseball bat around the head.
Wham!!
The thoughts you thought you had,
were just white noise
implanted through things you read.
They dull down our instinct to ask questions,
They want us brain dead,
flaked out watching Tik Tok instead.
And in the void that surrounds they pump sounds.
You are not enough, you don't amount to much,
you need to be more.
Consume, consume, consume,
Now let's have a little war.
Follow the herd,
don't question what you heard.
Your orders are clear
the enemy is near.
Fear, fear, fear.
Consume.
The bomb drops
And boom!!!
Oil slick silence surrounds,
I'm alone, in an empty room.
Drowning in this world of words
and no one is reading along.
Thanks for reading
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