Living In Silent Fear

The absent minded, the fools, the liars
    Filtering all things of what we're fed
      Tortured without sense behind desks conspired
        Checks are bouncing off the chest of the dead

        Thoughts are no longer your own to think
      Placed by weapons using silent electronics
    The edge where everyone stands on the brink
  Looking down, eyes vacant, mind hypnotic

  Control is the aim of what's controllable
    Those who stand against are delivered their fate
      Pawns being misled like cattle it's horrible
        To feed Queen Bee and her totalitarian state

        Blind those follow not living their own lives
      Carrying out deeds masked by puppet strings
    Just another worker bee in the Queens hives
  Struggling to carry the load on broken wings



       Written for Poetry Contest:"Fear Is Liar"
                Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
                            01/17/2023

          AWARDED 1ST PLACE IN CONTEST
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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Davey Avatar
January 25, 2023 at 1:16 AM
Bri- need to talk. ??C
Poet Avatar
January 23, 2023 at 9:11 AM
This was excellent! Sincerest congratulations for winning first place in my contest, Brian.
Davey Avatar
January 24, 2023 at 11:39 PM
Thank you I am honored this was the first contest that I have entered in quite some time and I am thrilled to place so well
Logan Avatar
January 18, 2023 at 9:55 AM
Some have a difficult time sifting weeds from the wheat. Nice write, Brian.
Davey Avatar
January 19, 2023 at 2:55 AM
Sometimes we don't even know we are in weeds. Thank you for your comment and reading my poem
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