On Repeat

It is so hard
determining truth from lies
reality from fantasy
for people no longer want to be
themselves.
Fearing repercussions
for being authentic
for caring
for loving
for standing up for rights
for life
hide behind false words
be complacent in the fate of the world.
We see
we hear
we know
this is not how life is.
Kowtowing to an upper class
that exists only through duplicity
through cheating
through selfish desires
while the rest struggle
for food
for unity
for basic needs.
Smoking debris
shock value
rabble rousing
protect the elite
chorus of voices raised
echoes of a past
repeating over and over again.
Watch carefully
let’s play a new game.
Are you ready?
Spot the Phony.
Can you see?
He is one…..
She is one…..
©June 14/19
Picture via Pinterest
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Clowny

Clowns maurading in the streets
blood dripping
gore hanging
from blades gripped in fists.
Screams
whistles
cat calls
so rude
how they communicate.
A language
unlike any known to mankind
spoken by a select few
while the rest of the population
stares on in horror
fear
disgust.
Tis like a circus
watching caged freaks
only these are sordid clowns
in backrooms
under tables
making deals that cannot be undone.
Decision making
done by dancing clowns
no knowledge required
only the certainty
the presumption
the duress
that all bow down to the higher power
for Clowny knows best.
Sept. 21/18
Photo by Tom Roberts on Unsplash