Wake Up Call
How long will you choose,
To stay asleep and be parented,
By the vile and masochistic?
They are drinking your blood,
From right under your nose.
They are taking your children,
And molding them into cowards.
They are taking your lands,
And turning them into graveyards.
And flowing their flags,
Of monopoly and oligarchy
On the graves of your loved ones.
They are laundering your money,
To create fearsome weapons
And claim them to be covered,
Under the global legal basket.
They unleash those weapons,
To their whims and fancies
And blow your lives into smithereens.
They are taking you away,
From the Nature of who you are
And making you into an image
Of whom they want you to be.
You are denying being in charge,
Of what happens to your lives.
You play the victim card,
For being treated as doormats,
And Ohh! your misery loves company.
06-10-21
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Comments4
What a shame you forgot to give any hint of who "THEY" are in your piece today.
Agreed. But it takes everyone to say no in this hells world
"You talkin' to me?" Who do you think you are? AND Who do you think I am?
Context is all.
ignore the cynical vultures
this, is an insightful and well measured write
only those who choose to feed
their own miserable ignorance can dispute its merits
thanks for choosing to share, dear poet!
don't be disheartened, keep your truth Raw
and bravely unfiltered
those who choose to not hide: will read and understand!
the rest, well
they'll go-on with their pathetic choices, to inflict
even more hate and disheartening mischief, to maintain
their survival cocoon of self-pitying, misery
too broken and scared
to trust or hope in anything better, anymore
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