A poem inspired by the recent struggles across society.
|They pull the many strings above our heads,
manipulate the senses and our worldly ties,
we trade our exchange for their truth,
left abused in a bed of lies.
Is this the way is up?
Can that really be down?
What is can be left,
when this is the right way round?
Speak the truth and be met with silence,
If that is not your own, prepare for violence.
You're told what to think,
how easy could that be?
When you relinquish self-control,
giving up will once considered free.
"They're the enemy" that is the message,
the line is drawn where the mob will go.
Casualties at every turn aplenty,
no leader shall suffer a single blow.
It is written in black and white,
smeared all over our screens.
Stand up and join the fight,
but don't be horrified by the innocent screams.
We're the voiceless majority,
deceived into believing a tone.
Made up of historical diversity
indebting ourselves to their spiritual loan.
Perceive evil among us,
that is all you'll ever see.
Strive for the harmony of today,
and that's all you'll find,
between you and me.