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There is a propaganda
A mystic of India and a doctor-journalist of media
Express their concern
On social media
Over future of corona virus
Important for holistic health
Bacteria, viruses genetic wealth
Be not destroyed
Good treatment protocol
be followed
Corona virus be allowed to survive and flourish
Corona vaccination useless
Not effective, mutations' curse
Please don't get carried away
What these wisest men on earth say
I am afraid
Doctors, scientists, politicians all not fools
Of mutations they must have thought
Please get vaccinated against corona virus
Save your and near and dear ones lives
This poem prompted by the video of 13 JAN 2021 by YouTube channel Mystics of India. The views expressed may be correct for general health and wellbeing of humanity. They may be offering long-term solution to viruses, bacterias and diseases. But not for emergencies and pandemics. Haven't we eradicated smallpox and polio caused by viruses in the past? This is just to name a few. Scientists didn't come equipped with knowledge of these viruses from their mothers' wombs. They researched, understood and developed vaccines to successfully eradicate these diseases. So what if more than a hundred papers are published daily on corona by the scientists? Better corroborative understanding, better solutions! Tackling mutations they must have thought. Infact, scientists are watching mutations very closely. There's no wisdom in drawing sweeping conclusions at this stage. Vaccination is the need of the hour. So please don't take them seriously. For the time being!
Our day of reckoning
has cometh
So may I suggest that you
sit back  as we
plummet
And may I suggest
that you all   just sit back
and take note
Scope out this word art
LOOK
See how my pen floats
Which is
Mightier than the Sword Art
Ad libs and spammed quotes
So please
Lay witness to the School
Smarts
As I choose to break art
And  the rules
Man I pity a damnéd fool
But have no time to tell
Jokes
So knock knock on the door
To your presidential claim
Culture Shock
Forget Fame
Who aims to cast vote?
On just another
Slight of hand  Magician
Oh?
Just another  Lying
Wonder
Here to flash folk a sign
Blow your mind
On some dumb  Ill advised
Petition
Which was hand written in that
White Snow
Now that's pure dope
Like a coke stench that glistens
But more specific?
I call it the Crack Rock
that comes with the
Numbness
So do you  Blaze?
the dumbness
Or snort?
Little white lies on that
White line
Yo  don't you know
they're playing
games with your mind
Just to rid you of your spine?
Controlling your torso
with them there
Puppet Strings
Get it?
Like a Puppeteer
pulling
puppet strings
That got you  walking the
tight rope
Hypnotized
Believing in false hopes
And strange
Deities
So go ahead  and sit there
As you soak it all up
Put on that dark coat of
Pride
with dignity
Yet  you will soon find
that it's all
blood soaked
in the morse code of a
Secret Society
While loosing all ties to
Sanity
Yo
Welcome to the Mosh Pit
of  Vanity
Proceed
With fits of hysteria
And if all fails?
Hell
You just might as well
Wave the white flag too
If you've lost all Hope
If so?
Then it's R.I.P time to
bury ya
But not all of us are so complacent
and content
Nor are we willing or choose
to live with
This docile vision of
AMERICA

-Written in 2015
At this point I don't trust politicians celebrities or the government... I should have posted this before or even during the election but the timing still seems right, I guess 😒
Ken Pepiton Oct 2020
Several times today, I stepped into stories
being presented as appeals for
belief because the teller says

this is what one of us knows, you must believe,
then know…

eh? I lift both brows, wrinkle my face,
quizzically,

and I recall knowing that in the universal truth,
there are bubbles of truths about stories,
told with idle words that fail to spark
the swallow reflex, too sweet…

ah, the family time at a theme park,
what is the theme

Apollo here, Isis there, Jesus, look, it is a ghost,
the Ghost of America as we wish it were,
we wish it were
we wish it
we wisht
weshit…

This is it. 2020. The real future.
All day every day, live, no jive... just me and those lizards at the casino.
\\
Carlo C Gomez Oct 2020
Red letter days
and friendly fire.
Will I ever go home?
Your voice over
the airwaves soothes.
But the things you say
cut like teeth,
sharp and vile.
You visit the hospitals,
shake down the morgues.
The batting of your eyelashes,
a ruse to your construction:
You're a steam shovel, girl.
Digging for Nazis
at the center of the Earth.
Mildred Elizabeth Gillars, nicknamed "Axis Sally" along with Rita Zucca, was an American broadcaster employed by **** Germany to disseminate propaganda during World War II. Following her capture in post-war Berlin, she became the first woman to be convicted of treason against the United States.
s y kalindara Oct 2020
My heart is an addict of fiction.

Awakening your pages with every drum,
it beats to remind me
that you're my very own
perennial paramour
and I'm so sick of its pounding propaganda.


Copyright © 2020 by S. Y. Kalindara. All rights reserved.
Why does my heart keep insisting that you're the love of my life?
Norman Crane Oct 2020
That feeling—
Night running between tree trunks,
Bark scraping your cheeks—
Before smashing face-first into:
Goosebumps,
   Neck snapped,
      The blood leaks,
That feeling is freedom—
Before you awake unfeeling your body,
Legs useless, mouth drooling dumb,
Welcome! You're one of us now,
The obedient numb.
I can! replaced by May I?
Physical stagnation, ornamental degradation
of the soul: the will dies always
Alone.
rainbows and flowers,
peace, love and light
illusion more dreamy,
ignoring my blight,
soul, white and creamy
lyrics so sweet,
didn't sit well,
with the ironed and neat,
now truth, clear as a bell,
not in heaven, or hell,
biggest clown fooled,
so easily caught,
looking for love, found nothing, naught,
here all alone , in a land with no sun,
with my bat aura frown,
carrying a ton,
smirking men,
nudge and wink,
their women sneer,
projecting stink,
don't know, what they know,
of my karma and fate,
know they heard lies,
incel, imbued hate,
I keep going,
because deep down, I know,
love told me the future,
is bright in its glow,
I now know the reason,
this happened to me,
my waters were choppy,
so stormy my sea.
Now penance, and rosaries,
feet rooted in ground,
still water runs deeper,
serenity found.
have no fear
if they want to **** me it would be a relief
they took everything precious , robbers and thief
Graff1980 Aug 2020
While you were swallowing
the t.v. news
that the corporations use
to sell sick perspectives
that get sales projections
and stock market values
going up,

I was back here loving you,
watching while you choked on
the pricey drugs you use,
to numb those American blues.

While you were slinging the gospel
casting your almighty god spell
so, no one would buy in
to that fact that you are trying
to deny facts in favor
of your favorite brand of lying,

I was trying to learn
the lessons you spurned,
so, I could take science and poetry
combine them in this flow you see
to share our shared humanity
and help us be better human beings.
Francie Lynch Apr 2020
As in all Partici-Poems,
You're invited to add your own.
Based on Fake News and False Hope,
There's nothing here to help you cope.

Covid-19 is China's Beta version.
The real pandemic is yet to come.
They now have a one year head start.
They've proved they can isolate and destroy
Without leaving their country.
The Sleeping Giant has opened its eyes.

It's the Real Rich people's way of getting Really Richer.
It's a deal maker.
You're Hired.

It's all about Government Opportunity.
Remember Get Smart and the CONTROL Organization
For whom he worked.
If the shoe fits, GPS someone.

If we send young healthy Jimmy (who tested positive)
In to see all the Grandmas and Grandpas,
Think of the resources we'll free up.

Manipulate the markets.
Tell people Russia and the Saudis are friends.
But tell your family first.

Hydroxychloroquine
Not only will it cure you, but it promotes
Natural skin color, whether black, white, brown or orange.
This is supported by the WH Medical Dream Team.
It's a miracle. Deus ex machina.
Will also give you blue eyes and blonde hair.

And please use a clean syringe when injecting disinfectant.

SIEG HEIL

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You're supposed to add your own conspiracy.
Henry Mar 2020
What's your favorite GoArmy.com commercial?
Mines the one where the make it look like a superhero movie
Completely unrelated
What's your favorite piece of propaganda?
3/28/20
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