Cinescope

Cinescope      5/11/2017

We always return

Back to where we were

Circling back to ignorance

All for power

And all for money. 

Willfully blind

We stick our heads

In the sand

Necks stretched out

Foolish and dead.

Distracted by games

And obvious propaganda

Heavy, predictable

Fake and sad.

Robotic and rhythmic

The increasingly desperate cries

We have all heard

So many times. 

The same now

Just like before

And all of it a hoax

Fake, and failed. 

Writhing on camera

And waving their arms

Paid to hate

And paid to lie. 

Yes we are hated

And you can only guess why

Good for evil

And darkness for light. 

Never give in

And never give up

But plug on

Through the hail

And through the mud. 

Smile when you attacked

And laugh when you are provoked

Their time like a gust of wind

Here

And gone.