Condescending barbs, shrapnel of disregard, incessantly bombard an increasingly bleeding heart

REACT, RETRACT, REDACT

 

We don’t question the obscure, while illusionists fake rapport, steal our stage for their encore

EAT, BLEAT, REPEAT

 

War is at our door, blaring lies we’ve heard before, our morals now on the floor

POINT, SHOOT, REBOOT

 

Deafening applause from hands covered with gauze 

STRANGLE, MANGLE, DANGLE

 

Martyrs on display, they were rebels anyway

BLAME, DEFAME, RENAME

 

Doubting in the dark, praying for a spark

REFLECT, RESPECT, CONNECT

 

It’s not too late to change our fate

PEEL, FEEL, HEAL

 

 

/ Poetry

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