Fresh in the winds,
They are the eyes of the skies.
Look at the signs,
They have narratives to devise.
Candour in their guise,
Across the obvious divide.
Matters of valour, revised.
In the hindsight, there linger problems.
For the network, it is without the borders,
An influence, a spectacle, the scrollers.
Make the best of the data hoarders.
Grave advantage, grace in their claim.
Some signalling, reckoning,
We shaped what you find.
Supreme reach in the night,
It's the truth that flies.
So tomorrow, to see the revise,
You will deem this will lead to paradise.
But needless to say, no solace,
For who fragments peace on Earth.

Swans in love enchant
Upon the lake blue mist parts
Nature spirits wake

Mother is beyond mother
A force of nature
a woman, a life
divided in roles
Just like water
a necessity
United in love
the most primitive kind

Mother is beyond mother
A daughter to her mother
she has been
the same as me
but she gives me more
I see less of her,
She makes me more of me

Mother is beyond mother,
She is life,
A part of nature,
the goddess from scripture
but humane as human
some times mistaken
by me and the world
the sweetest creature,
she forgives me
and gives me more

Mother is beyond mother
Carer of every relations
a neighbour, driver, sister
she fits in to be what I need
Mother, how do you begin
there is no ending,
how tiring is to keep caring
sticking with me
through thick and thin.

My Motherland, my mother,
Your heart is a boundless sea,
The kindest love you've offered,
Pouring endlessly on me.

In seasons fair and darkest night,
Your gentle hand has guided,
A constant, unwavering light,
In your warm embrace resided.

Yet shadows creep, the terror's touch,
A cruel and chilling reign,
Seeking to take far too much,
Bringing sorrow, bringing pain.

But sweet mother, strong and true,
Your kindness never wanes,
We stand as one, devoted to you,
Breaking these terror's chains.

This pest, this foe, we'll drive away,
With hearts united, righteously,
Together, till the final stand,
United, hand in loyal hand.

Misinformation floods through every kind of media
What a troubled mind seeks, trapped within the echo chamber
****** into a whirlpool of twisted versions of the same event
Which tale speaks the truth, no soul seems to have an idea
It thrives on swift engagement and the wildly sensational
Making money on just how far to stretch the truth
Now it feels entirely different than it ever was

The audience is so well misinformed with their fixed ideologies affirmed
They grow ever more intolerant in their stubborn ways
Just one spark away from a raging, full blown fire
The algorithms assist this self conformed propaganda
The future is a war on what to  believe and not to
Now indeed there are companies who dedicate full time to this
Playing fast and loose with human aggression and emotions

In world of fake news
truth comes out only a few
but you know,
Even if you are true
there is but nobody who believes in you.