Scrolling is easy
You give into gravity
You need no compass
You endlessly go down
First goes your mind
It’s stuffed with gold and garbage until it bursts
Then your bleeding organs await maintenance
Then your gray heart and your dried up soul
Get caught in a wheel that is being continuously turned by you
But you have no control over it
And every voice that matters gets put on low low volume
So that you won’t be distracted from the deafening incoherent loop of nothingness and soul numbing diarrhea because your brain craves a reset and you run it low power til it dies
And you have so many tools and no supplies
And an inability to take truth from the lies
And when your cup overflows with poison it can seep into places of importance
And you use your brain as the sponge that guards your heart
That sits down at your stomach
And it drips and it soaks
And it leaks and it never stops and the noise
it never leaves
Maximum time for minimal attention
Nothing of note is worth a mention
It comes only by reflex and invitation
There was a woman, singing a sore song.
Soft savoury salvation in her tongue :
"Freedom for some, leave the others to rot,
A heron sent flying, and magpie sought."
There was a woman, with birds in her mouth,
Tweeting twinkling tunes, headed to the south.
Those folk listen, take word for opinion-
"All are built to solve the equation!"
There was a woman,- that's not right at all!
There is string and sticks attached round back,
And, there, a speaking gull stands oh so tall!
He squawks out loud talks, to impress the hawks,
And faced with words, prepares his attack.
Through his puppet's lips, holding her pitch forks.
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Ads sway~
subtle, unseen~
shaping wants as truths claimed,
masking motive beneath bright gloss~
question!!
They want to kill us
take the gratitude that's life
With criminal injections
the A-bomb or a knife
Statistics are statistics,
that don't reveal the truth
The death from vaccination,the old, the very young
also include the youth
Emotional wounds exist
separating family ties
From the propaganda mass media,
spreading nasty lies
How do we heal the rift
which affects the way we're living
Include to share love
and always be forgiving
There's need to find protection
from the nasty corporate creed
Enslaved us to a system
that always runs on greed
Come together as community
pray to God to send out love
Many divine messages
descending from above
wild thrill of the chase
as surroundings catch fire
turns nation to waste
munition's flash we admire
situation growing dire
no promises made
more important things to do
the rules must be obeyed
propaganda skews the view
of who has done what to who
flames leaping higher
unseen future shall survive
in the muck and mire
best apologists will thrive
history gets out alive
courage tempers soul
heroes come and heroes go
some left less than whole
mayhem many know
the cost of fighting the foe
beyond the conflict
smooth narrator turning pages
wounds the news inflict
all wisdom of the sages
unread as battle rages
breeding arrogance
power supporting power
without variance
greed guilds the shining tower
dregs of truth, bitter and sour
so easy to start
war almost free to enter
then comes the hard part
invasion setting tenor
pulling out, the tormentor
on and on it goes
quick beginning with no end
branded by war's throes
bloody quagmire we descend
not just gods which we offend
Republicans Democrats and Liberals used to get along
alternative opinions were not only tolerated but welcomed
since social media and a diabolical prejudiced news station took over
things have changed thanks to intense propaganda and subliminal clips
the faction that watches this garbage wants all the others
to believe what they do
I believe they have been brain washed
Nothing has divided this country as much as this news that is not news
except maybe the Civil War
which might be the next step
Penetrating cold.
Decry warmth, compassion -
world is lost, twisted.
Innocence forgave,
Indoctrinated hate, strikes -
Inescapable!
Overwhelming fear,
Far right reaches to arm -
Flashes, pain, darkness.
Propaganda rise.
Educated disbelief,
words failing to heal.
Fascism, no regard;
Resounding hatred echoed -
Elites unburdened.
Rich unencumbered,
Preying on the downtrodden -
Reverse Robin Hood.
Tech-bro oligarchy;
Puppeteers the White House,
Bent knee to Pontiff.
2025:
Rage consumed populous;
kindness - a lost art.
When truth becomes propaganda is propaganda truth?
Informed by image
Shocking, stoking, misleading
Algorithm headlines
You wear your flag like a second skin,
the colors bright, the threads worn thin;
And speak of victories long ago,
In voices proud, yet soft and low.
The tales are told, again, again
the triumphs carved in dust and pen;
The papers shout what you should hear,
While silencing what’s less sincere.
You count your coins, you guard your name,
you say it’s just a noble game;
But shadows stir beneath your cheer,
A trembling hand you won’t let near.
And so we stand on separate ground,
no shared horizon to be found;
Yet in the gap, I almost see
A kind of peace for you and me.
The fakification of modern life
Is almost complete
As AI and disinformation
Crowd out the real and true.
If you didn’t see and do it
How can you even trust
It ever happened
Or at least how they say.
Like the old Emperor and his new robes
But in reverse
Now it’s the old calling out the lies
While the young just accept the illusion.
To the young the blurred lines will just be
What has always been
The nature of a social construct
Always in process, always under review.
What is the difference between man and woman,
Or right or wrong
Left and Right?
Whatever you want it to be.
(8/3/25)
Dark whispers take root,
Poisoning the public mind,
Truth becomes the ghost.
©bfa042325
Information is not always true
Even if printed in the newspaper blue
But if it’s on the internet, it is right? Some think
Why would they print lies in permanent ink?
It’s called propaganda, you silly peeps
Subliminal clips brainwash you while you sleep
You are so gullible, our country is a laughing stock
For ten thousand dollars, I can sell you Big Ben’s clock
I rose through the ranks ready to rumble
Panama is ours! I yelled into a jumble
Are you delirious asked a mob of thirty-three?
Guess I am for I just had my Fox News lobotomy.
black boy hungry
feed black boy crumb
black boy needs education
black boy dumb
but the black boy
don't need handouts
he wants what he owns
government take and take
but they say
all black boy do is moans
black boy stolen
black boy broken
but they'll put him on tv
black boy token
black boy whipped
his black back breakin'
black boy cries
it's black boy land they're takin'
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