There’s more to come

It just won’t rest

We’re two years in

Who could have guessed

They’d still be pushing

Division and hate

To capture your life

So they can dictate

Your wants and thoughts

And how you feel

By confusing and twisting

Just what is real

Rewriting the past

And what is to come

They think it’s sewn up

And we’re all rather dumb

But there is a feeling

And one I can’t shake

That it’s not in the bag

It’s part of the fake

How they try to convince

To make it then so

Hoping we’ll follow

As if we don’t know

Or cannot see

This elaborate ruse

Of which was a cover

So they could abuse

~

But the fightback has begun…

(c) K Wicks