Hello PoetryVoting

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsHeartedHistoryMy WritingNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsHeartedHistoryMy WritingNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

An Illusion

A dictatorship in disguise, a sultan in a suit; Obey, comply, now repeat after me. Pay your taxes, do what we say, go to work, And then tell yourself, "I am free." There should be no gods, there should be no kings; Only man. Man, and his expression. Yet money rules all, dividing and conquering Promoting oppression. We are afraid of the enemy attacking from outside, Wary, like a skater on thin ice; Unaware that the enemy is the one Who demands allegiance, at a price. Blindly following, never questioning; Is this the world we are to bring children in? Innocence won’t last, humanity won’t be itself; We shall be an empty shell, hollow within.
Request permission to use this poem
Written by
Jdelia420
24 / M / Malta
For You?
Written by
Jdelia420
24 / M / Malta
Published
Jun 17, 2017
Lines·Words
19·115
Notes

For all those who feel the relentless boot of oppression, stepping on their windpipes.

Permission

Request to use this poem

Tell Jdelia420 how you would like to use it. We review requests before forwarding them.

AboutBlogFAQPrivacyTermsContact
© 2009-2026 Hello Poetry/v27.0 by @eliotyork
Explore
Hello PoetryVoting
Write