Quagmire
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A quagmire is a soft, murky bog that shakes
or yields under the foot:
in other words, a swamp.
One that is imbued with sticky mud;
where progress is impeded
and souls get stuck.
A quagmire is also a synonym:
for an unpleasant, constrictive situation,
from which it is not easy to escape.
Look around you; we are stuck
in a swamp of rage and hate.
A quagmire of our own making.
Bigotry is a by-product of fear and greed,
and the blood of the innocent sullies our souls.
We are sinking into conformity;
stuck in the quicksand of complacency.
Change is strictly rationed to the masses,
and it is tightly controlled by a few.
We are born as a cog in a system
designed to extract our individualism
and replace it with compliance;
thereby keeping us stuck within the very gears
that keep grinding us down.
We need to drain that swamp,
but the alligators are always on patrol.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2024
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