Wave of Fantasy

An ocean of people pulled by the moon Frighteningly stand on foundations of sand. A word deemed unkind will cause them to swoon And so, by their hand, all dissent is banned. Teetered precariously on their feels, Not thinking it strange they constantly change. Those thought against get no court of appeals, No trial arranged, no pris’ner exchange, No quarter, no mercy, no clemency, And no kindness found, no mutual ground. No one allowed simply to disagree. But, they, too, are bound by rules that confound. This can’t be good for our society. Drowning beneath a wave of fantasy. written for Wave Of Fantasy Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose