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Social media on fleek
Prolific likes and praise we seek
Knowledge of 'SELF' is as distant as a stranger in the night
A nomad in a dark, desolate land so void of divine light
Social distancing is now a central theme
Incomplete sentences, text messages, and mindless memes
Faces covered, calling all to join the masquerade
Only weary eyes of confusion while a life of exuberance abade
Mumbling music signifies obfuscating thoughts
Shiftless artistry made popular, creativity not wrought
Stored seeds in Svalbard
No questions or concerns yet humanness is being marred
Food shortage hovering over us
Monsanto disguised as Bayer but still no justice
Delta variant in the air
5G and fear emitting everywhere
Take the 'Jab'! Come on and indoctrinate
Don't be an outcast; participate
Hitting more 'LOUD' and becoming more quiet
Desensitized from voices of inspiration when instead there should be a riot
Smart devices in hand appear cool
Stooped over postures and slanted information, what a fool!
Vibrations so highly enticed
Welcome to zeitgeist
When they enslave you
you will not know it;
it will feel like a gift,
a great idea, a necessary step.
When they nail you
to an all-encompassing
surveillance system
you will think it a fine new law
to track only the bad guys,
you won't think it could ever be you
they're looking for.
When they come for your guns
you will willingly surrender them
for the sake of peace and safety,
proudly consider it your duty.
When they cancel and mute your voice,
it will be in the just cause of 'disseminating
reckless false misinformation,'
or of being a conspiracy theorist,
and just maybe you're also a racist!!
Then they will indoctrinate your children,
pervert them, turn them against you
for it’s not your future
it’s theirs,
'theirs' meaning those in charge
of your life.
They will control you
from cradle to grave.
You will no longer have to pursue happiness,
it will be rationed for you,
so you can watch moron TV
until you die.
When one freedom after another
is smothered and shut-down
you will be looking the other way
thinking what a fine day
to be this free
in the home of the brave.
Musings of The Bereft
Bravery that shocks one into affirmative action
Averies filled with exotic bird life and the next commercialised attraction
Slavery that is out of plain sight as it coverts and hides amidst distraction
Unsavoury seconds of insight that convert knowledge into abstraction
Consequential propositions from behind a political scene
Sequential premonitions that define what we all mean
Existential inhibitions that decentralise and demean
Quintessential inquisitions that refine what we dare to dream
Meandering manifestations of glory, grace, virtue and love
Mastering illuminations that tell the narrative from above
Manufacturing mechanisations as we look for peace signs from a dove
Unflattering weopanisations of war when push comes to shove
Conversational dialogue between two enemies of different tongues
Adaptational epilogues from scientists surveying the sun
Observational analogies from commentators only in it just for the fun
Revelational catalogues elevated from the philosophical run
Abstract terminology that both enlightens and confounds
Detract cosmologically as the wisdom morphs into the profound
Enact ideology as we grow each seedling from the ground
Protract high technology as we indoctrinate the sounds
Reminiscent nostalgia at the forming of a retrospective thought
Luminescent emotion filled with awe & wonder to the point of becoming distraught
Incandescent shades of melancholy ponder on what parts of the soul that can be bought
Convalescent tones of introspect that are hard won and fought
Rising interludes of consideration as we look toward the twighlight sky
Hiding magnitudes of commiseration as we take a moment to quietly cry
Shining latitudes of pure sensation as the tears well in my eyes
Miming platitudes of intonations that can only ask the question why?
The End Copyright Elizabeth Moroz 2025
If the answer is to the question
So what did you do today
Is
I stole sweets off kid's
Pulled the wing's off butterflies
Kicked a walking stick away
from under a pensioner
& best of all
Tried to sabotage a poetry contest
Trolled and wrote some spiteful
hurtful comments online
Is it any wonder or surprise then
That you haven't actually got any
real friend's
And maybe the reason why you
do what you do and try make
enemies out of other's
Because if they didn't reply
to your taunts
You might just then turn your pen
back upon yourself
Only to find those who would
have tried help you burnt
No longer care enough anymore
to try and pick you up
Because you see a butterfly
can not fly without wing's
And so to there is only so much
flax those only trying to help
can put up with
Before they eventually give up
as well
Admitting defeat and thinking
what's the point anyway
If all i am trying to do is good
is causing me more heartache
and harm
No contest enjoy your win
With only your dark webb
weaved coat for heat and
company
Whilst you troll from your
rusty old tin roof hoping
it won't cave in
Under the weight of spite and
hate you spew
Wishing to indoctrinate and
hope other's will follow or
fall
And find there inner troll
I don't know what I am going to write
But I will write about synapsis
I have no idea what that is
But that is the word that comes to my mind
Do you ever write about something that you don't even know
But just let the Holy Spirit guide you?
I heard about this word when I was in school
It has something to do with mechanism for the genetic crossing over
That is when your gene is multiplied my friend
But what does that had to do with me?
A lot
If it wasn't for that you wouldn't be here
Save the multiplying for God, right?
Does God ever tell you to multiply?
Yeah in Genesis 1:28
"Be fruitful and multiply...."
And in Genesis 26:24
"Fear not, for I am with you and will bless you
and multiply your offspring for my servant Abraham's sake."
So how are you going to multiply if you are a homosexual?
I am not saying that you go and hate all the homosexuals
as God does not indoctrinate hate
God teaches us compassion and understanding
We have to educate them
Not to change their life styles
But to inhabit the earth
with their offsprings
Does God ever call them to do that?
God called everyone
And they are no different
Let's cultivate the earth
"Multiply and be fruitful"
Be a part of someone
Be a part of anyone
That is no
Lol
But just be a part, will ya?
Trains run alight terminate on time like clockwork
never ending endless procession of precision conductors
the conducted walk down the line warped tracks of
cynically divided isles dead ends of ‘labour making free’
Evil strips uniformed confluence stripes and leather
Coated terrified collection production of space soap
horror lampshades shearing shorn haired tattoos the
undivided divide of power abomination horrid abnormal
‘normality’ represses guilt projected trans-re-and aggression
Evil does other in the guise of completed concentration
Concerted action blisters scorches screams cacophonies
children on father’s lap blue eyed dancing and laughing
kisses of love adoration cuddly dolls miniature life’s train
sets model schema roles toys games memories distraction
Evil giggles corporates shapes what past and future holds
Mothers craft homes happy families embrace posterity apple
pies devotion roast cinnamon cranberry turkeys tarts in ovens
pious allegiance compassion progress contrast splitting off piano
forte harmonious singing rejoicing at mantelpiece and altar
Evil mocks smouldering torches paradise’s apple deprivation
Juvenile followers of fashion compose indoctrinate compost
hail philosophy’s trampled ideology void of virtue meaning
distorted communion bread wine blind vision blind-sight vortex
trailing inscribing engraving present history timeless repetition
Evil tracks moribund humanity dignity degeneration and disgust
Unless we reflect examine investigate inside and around
us the smokescreens stacked ember ashes individual ‘Self’
universal pursuit of righteousness flames of denial denigrating
potential illuminate conscience honesty fallibilities blue prints
for darkness and unless we act and fight stand up and even then
Ubiquitous evil at this very moment will cast its seeds and shadows
will unbalanced fires raise their ugly head and minds and shoulders gas
and bullets terror grenades rockets mines warfare starving emaciation
lest we forget the prototypes the moulds automated conveyor belts evil
we can not abdicate responsibility for blatant murder of the human race
Auschwitz is everywhere and there is no hierarchy of evil
July 1st Independence Day (Canada)
This large human ghetto,
millions and millions enslaved,
within stony walls of beliefs,
man-made political doctrines,
cultures and societal rules,
God breathes in every body,
but machines control breathing,
nature is stamped, marketed,
water is bought and sold!
turn the wheels to earn your bread,
shackled throughout life!
by God’s permission, you may enter,
by God’s will, you may leave,
but have to live by human rules,
in this stony walled ghetto!
body yearns for freedom,
heart screams for love,
dehumanised in this ghetto,
by the ruling demonic few!
will no one smash these stony walls,
liberate us from iron cuffs?
rip and burn those ruling pages,
that indoctrinate fear!
let man be part of nature,
as he is born to be!!
let us create a future new world,
where fear does not rule!
where happiness is free for all,
and laughter, love
are taught in school!
What have we done to Generation Z?
Left them huge debts, who could break free?
Inflated the currency, raised every price
If you like your kids, how was that nice?
Playgrounds turned into pixelated parks,
Teens regret childhood chats with faceless sharks.
Images seen, can't be unseen,
Can purity's acorn yet grow clean?
So many teachers indoctrinate
But they forget their job was to educate
Kids live a world with no firebreak
No context, bound to repeat every mistake
And who made pot legal, pushed in the fast lane
Even though we know it harms the teen brain
Who convinced so many kids they are "gay"
Almost 30 percent? Who led them this way?
[chorus]
Generation Z, caught in our storm,
Left adrift, where norms transform.
Society now, unforeseen, predicted,
They'll inherit the mess that neglect inflicted.
The future we've made for these kids is bleak
And it doesn't help that we've made them sad and weak
The world getting dangerous, already fires ignite
The greatest generation is too old to set things right.
[outro]
What have we done to generation Z?
Have me made them brave, have we made them free?
The child is father to the man, it is said
I look to the future; I feel only dread.
Indoctrinate me if you dare.
Take my brain, all of my ideas, and stomp them to bits, prove they are wrong.
Take your time, and bash them about, mercilessly and in an angry way.
Coax me out of my comfort zone, shake me away from my theories and suspicions.
Tell me what to think, what to believe, encourage me to study one agenda, a contradictory way.
Convince me that your truth should be mine, that it is more powerful, and true than my own self-worth.
Drag me kicking and clawing from my hiding place, from the safety of my own inner knowledge.
Beat myself out of me if you have to, terrify me with your mad idea of sameness, and disbeliefs.
Pour propaganda over my head, put subliminal clips into my I-pads, take over my brain, if you dare.
Make me into the masses that worship you, make me a fervent follower, no longer believing in self,
But in a greater good – your good, your truth, your ways, your majesty.
Convince me of the rightfulness of your misogynist theories, help me block out the truth of myself.
Show me a truth I never gleaned before, when I was sane, before you began to brainwash me.
Mash my dendrites into a reluctant bloody submission.
Come and get me.
I wait for you, eagerly plotting my counter attack.
Cluck. Cluck. Cluck.
I am not kidding.
Come and get me if you dare.
Hard to fathom the logic of
the following
How in sporting terminology
even the great Tiger Woods
in his pomp and prime employed
the service of a swing coach
with not a single major title to
his name
And Jose football's special one manager never even played professionally himself
As neither is any so called expert
critic in any of the field of art be
that film , poetry , painting , sculpture
or photography
Because surely if in reality
they we're any good at all
in there field of expertise
they would be competing not
teaching or passing comment
So given that Tiger Woods has
20+ plus majors and is considered
to be the greatest golfer to ever play
the game
Then why on earth would he need
to employ the service or be willing
to listen to the opinion of a coach
without a single major title to his
name
Likewise why should or would any credible artist or come to that fact member of the general public value
the critical opinion of someone or anyone
With in essence no more clue than
you or i yet given a platform to
indoctrinate other's