They determine our strength with no brains We get our brains with the lack of strength To find balance in this life is unobtainable Unless you are the propaganda itself
With tests, they see how smart we are With miles, they see how far we run Run, run away from it all But you won't get anywhere
They reward us with worthless prizes They drown us in our unfamiliar seas They overwork us with all we know Is the haunting propaganda outside?
Propaganda. Manipulates us all To believe it is utterly flawless Flawless, you must be flawless Flaws show ugliness and mistakes
Mistakes? There are no mistakes When you are talking about propaganda
this was my 24th poem, written on 8/29/23. this was one of my first times not using a rhyme scheme, not my best job but at least I tried