Searching eyes
Pierce through thick smoke
Denial is the essence of deceit,
Yet in the hands of the big people,
It is disguised as unrelinquished hope,
A false guise
Big lies
By tall people
With big eyes
Who see the scope
But won’t show pity,
Who fear discomfort
But don’t offer a blanket,
To the glistening eyes and hopeful hands,
That fear the people
Who fear themselves,
The eyes of power invade the towers,
Compressed souls
And caged hearts
Suited up
For the killing,
Consolidating deals by pen and paper
A tidy job,
A solution to the glaring eyeballs of lost hope and torn lives,
A bandage, a stitch-work
Can barely see the wound that was once the main part of the form,
A patchwork of promises
A scar-riddled carcass
Surrendered to the cycle,
Of cut, paste and copy
Sealed and sent out
For wide distribution,
An inescapable prison
Filed by a mechanical heart
That pumps through big cities
And large publications,
We, the people, feed off the information
Free, in the open,
Provided to ease civilians,
Metallic grins,
black and white prints,
punchy headlines,
and quoted opinions,
keep the scope within the system
and validate the debate with falsely sanctified reasoning,
no longer strumming the heart strings,
but playing with vulnerable lives,
outside lives,
distant lives,
by way of logical reductionism
Great. Powerful metaphors.xx
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My first response was feeble but that’s how I feel with not enough sleep. I really like the move to political awareness. It really is a sterling effort,xx
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Thank you thank you! 🙂
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