Propaganda Machine
A time when money rules
We can only watch
We dream of what we could have been
While just burning the clock
Don’t take life lightly
It’s never too late
You can have a second chance
Don’t make the mistake
You have your solid job
That doesn’t what makes you tick
You move through your life
Pretending for the next
But you fake the things
that really you should mean
It’s cover for this outside world
Just so you don’t have to face them
You are not forgotten
You’re not left behind
You have the contents
And you make your move
This life is what you make it
Do you want to leave it alone
Don’t run away from it
That’s a journey we all know
Take what you have
Throw all else away
There’s hope for all others
No matter what they say
If one could define evil
I think one thing we can agree
Not performing to your potential
Is killing like a mercenary
The world keeps us in front of the tube
Scared of what might happen
How can we view their ads
If we’re always on the move
The world’s not strong enough
To make these things happen
We don’t have bad luck
It’s the propaganda machine
Don’t let it keep you down
You don’t have to take it
This all cause and affect
So be what your meant to be
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
