The Mule.
Unsuspecting.
Out of
nowhere.
Into the
mind
it weaves.
Altering
perception.
Moving
the dial.
Cloud
generated.
Fixing
location,
thoughts.
Creating
loyal
followers.
Subtlety.
Pitting
one against
the other.
Daily
indoctrination.
Minds formed,
controlled.
Blinding
light.
Brain
washed.
Cleansed
of reason,
logic.
Sans
compromise.
Hearts
hardened,
held
in place.
Forcing
conflict.
Goal to
control.
Divide and
conquer.
Age of
conquest
has arrived.
From on
high.
Grey
matter
battlefield.
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
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This poem leaves the mind wondering if is the hard headedness of the mule or the carrying of the burden, the derogatory view of the term or breed itself half donkey half horse. It runs through the course of the poem
Thanks for reading my work..
I get that awareness is a form of resistance. To recognise manipulation, to question narratives, to hold onto independent thought—that is strength. The world is full of forces that seek to shape how we think, but our ability to analyse, reflect, and see beyond the surface is ours alone. Keep questioning, keep pushing forward, and trust that clarity will always be more powerful than control. 🙏🏻🕊️
Absolutely! Thank you for reading..
John
Most welcome John..
arqios
A lovely write over the continued battle for control of our minds and thought's in this modern world, sadly many have succumbed to that pressure, enjoyed the read
So many have I’m afraid….. Thank you for reading.
John
You are very welcome
From on high is right John but are they right in what they know or think?
Andy
Good question Andy.
John
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