Easy Pickings
People voted for chaos:
democracy is struggling.
Worldwide ideologies lean far right:
dictators, potentates, and tyrants rule
unconstrained by any semblance of law.
Our youth don't know real war:
nor what their fathers fought for.
Politicians sell fear, packaged as hope,
through accusations and false promises,
till the downtrodden elect their jailers.
Like sheep to a hungry wolf:
weak minds are easy pickings.
I've lived in a bubble of misplaced trust;
out of touch with the anger of our youth,
ignoring the homelessness on our streets.
But bubbles pop over time:
and illusions, get exposed.
Aggressive nations are pushing for war
and allies align, as they've done before;
fueled by pure propaganda and greed.
I hoped I’d never see war:
but, I fear, one is coming.
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