It is a pattern… (poetry)

It is a set pattern

Don’t you now see

Of just how to look

And what you should be

It’s not a secret

In fact, they do gloat

With well-known faces

Who are paid to emote

Whatever it is

They want you to feel

The next big thing

Defining what’s real

For lining their pockets

And filling their pot

Sharing and equal

Is something they’re not

Looking to have

So that bleeding us dry

Seems their method and plan

With lie after lie

It feels like their pushing

To have full control

Over people and places

It’s their ultimate goal

Forgetting perhaps

That we’re not their pet

Or playthings or children

They still just don’t get

~

We are not their property

(c) K Wicks

It started with whispers… (poetry)

It started with whispers

When something began

There seemed to be holes

Revealed in their plan

Folk started sharing

Some on high alert

Seeing it coming

And tried to avert

The pending disaster

We saw was created

Warnings were given

And weren’t overstated

Instead they campaigned

To make people think

Whatever they wanted

While they did hoodwink

With media tactics

And sinister rules

Taking money and freedom

To treat us like fools

But it’s something more

And it’s almost unreal

Many now know

And can definitely feel

~

There’s a storm coming…

(c) K Wicks

Give it some thought… (poetry)

Give it some thought

We now must insist

It’s not the great reset

But more Great Resist

Of the digital future

That’s all by design

With sinister rules

As they redefine

Normal and meaning

Replacing what was

Destroying and changing

It seems that because

They need us to follow

Be lost and forget

What they have done

And the plan they have set

But if you really gave thought

To what has occurred

Then deep in your mind

It at least should have stirred

Something that’s primal

And set in your soul

That the demons around us

Should not have control

~

The future depends on it

(c) K Wicks

It seems we’re part… (poetry)

It seems we’re part

Of a grand deception

Steadily growing

From its inception

With twists and turns

The plot does thicken

And each new day

The mood does quicken

To push us further

Forward and faster

Constructing around us

An unfolding disaster

It’s hearts and minds

They want to break

And more than time

That they do take

For as they seek

To have control

They’re chipping away

At your life and soul

Hopes and dreams

A memory faded

They want you stressed

And somewhat jaded

So you’ll lay down

And not resist

To accept their plan

That you’ll merely exist

For their whims and wants

And experiment

But both sides are holding

And will not relent

~

This will go to the bitter end

(c) K Wicks

The Situation… (poetry)

The situation

It seems now dire

The powers that be

Are playing with fire

On whims and madness

The rules they made

To push us all

They will cascade

To bring about

Calamity

With their new brand

Of reality

Behind their guise

Pretending to lead

But it is our lives

On which they feed

And what they require

It really does seem

Like a well thought out

Dystopian scheme

~

Because it is

(c) K Wicks

It’s now much worse… (poetry)

It’s now much worse

And more obscene

They hold us to ransom

With their ‘vaccine’

They want what you have

And what you are

How they now behave

Is truly bizarre

Desperation

To make you comply

Regardless of safety

And oh, how they try

To push their drug

And ideals of control

Digging us deeper

Into their hole

Filled with hatred

Of darkness and greed

It is our lives

On which they feed

Where this is all going

It doesn’t bode well

We need to make haste

To break this cast spell

~

Time is running out…

(c) K Wicks – Rhyming and Reason