Mirror
We buy and are sold priceless things,
read human stories written by android;
a smokescreen present muddies the once transparent past,
innocence doom-scrolls, an aging youth now hard to avoid.
Look young but age gracefully,
stay slim whilst enjoying your food;
have children as you climb the corporate ladder,
discuss your feelings but don't affect my mood.
Water once clear becomes slick with thick oil,
propaganda turns the brave into shadows who defy;
wars are not wars but are crusades and are justified and are righteous,
the truth told to us by men in ties is a lie.
Copyright © Thomas Harrison | Year Posted 2023
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