Quagmire
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A quagmire is soft, murky land that shakes
or yields under the foot,
in other words, a swamp.
But, one that is imbued with sticky mud,
where progress is slow
and soles get stuck.
A quagmire is also a synonym
for an unpleasant, constrictive situation,
which is not easy to escape from.
Look around, we are stuck
in a swamp of greed and hate.
A quagmire of our own making;
progress is a by-product of war,
innocent blood sticks to our souls.
We are sinking into conformity;
stuck in our ways
change is strictly rationed to the masses;
its introduction 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 in society.
We need to drain that swamp!
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2024
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