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
