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

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