new version of genocide
humanity’s rights lie in balance
diasfora of stars
update those old poems
nothing lasts forever.
Drawings of influence
trappings display on surface
various deliberately targeted
of apparent good, smoking mirrors,
Ignorance, a bliss for the obtuse,
a false sense of security.
A concept was programed,
plugged into the Matrix
like a video game processed
while masses buy what’s being sold
dispersing the message
Targets aren’t random,
This is wonderful poem about the end of the World. It captures what everyone is feeling. Encore! Encore! Bravo!
I appreciate you reading and commenting.
This is a brilliant, experimental commentary on our new dystopian reality. I’m so sorry that I haven’t been around much. I’m posting on other sites that are more user friendly, but I’m so glad I didn’t miss this impressive achievement that puts the spotlight on the very real threats to human rights, and delivers it with your own ingenious, clever style. Stunning.
Greatly honored to have your gracious comment on this piece. 🌞