I’m not sure what’s happened… (poetry)

I’m not sure what’s happened

It’s like a strange veil

Is moving its way

With a mind to derail

Because if people

Could really give thought

To think a bit further

Than the narrative taught

Then maybe they’d see

That the ones trying to show

And tell you of darkness

So many now know

But those are the folk

Who mostly now choose

To shout if they can

With so much to lose

Yet the ones with their hands

Quite firmly in the pot

Just push it further

And seems they will not

Admit they are part

Of the sinister whole

They created for purpose

To gain full control

~

But all is not going to plan…

(c) K Wicks

It’s what we are… (poetry)

It’s what we are

That seems to be what

They’re trying to change

And just cannot

Bear the thought

Of humans being

So deceived we are

To keep us from seeing

The idea in whole

That they are hell bent

On what we would call

Their plan to augment

Subtle at first

But then fast engineering

Coding the future

They think they’re steering

This rather vast ship

That we find ourselves on

Stuck in the grid

Like that film, you know, Tron

But something about us

It just doesn’t fit

Or what they require

Need us all split

Divided and fearful

And blind to their goal

To take human beings

And have full control

Over our lives and flesh

Our thoughts and dreams

The world that we knew

It’s not as it seems

~

And turns out never was

(c) K Wicks

It’s really strange… (poetry)

It’s really strange

That some don’t see

Cause for concern

With died suddenly

Why so many people

Are now getting sick

But seemed to be fine

Through the ‘pandemic’

The healthy and young

And not of old age

Are now being used

To layer the stage

For further control

And they won’t relent

For their dreams of one

World government

But it truly is madness

And one they pursue

It’s more than your life

They are trying to screw

It’s time and the future

They are trying to steal

Deciding your thoughts

And what you should feel

But there comes a time

When deep in your soul

The alarm bell goes off

And you take back control

~

Of where this all goes

(c) MKW Publishing

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

It seems to be falling…(poetry)

It seems to be falling

And breaking apart

The house of lies

That was used to start

A coercive attack

And divisive move

With sinister purpose

Which now we can prove

Was used as a weapon

And fearful tool

To get their results

They had to fool

A number of people

And get them in hand

Reading the script

That they had pre planned

Because it would seem

That despite all the loss

The heartache and grief

They don’t give a toss

Yet something now happens

A few folks have stirred

And have realised

Just what has occurred

~

And how wrong it all really was

(c) K Wicks

In this world… (poetry)

In this world

Of make believe

Where you can check out

But never leave

So much is hidden

Yet plainly in view

It’s the bigger picture

They’re trying to screw

With tricks and traps

They try and confuse

To convince you that

It’s you who choose

This awful set up

And dystopian world

They want you caught in

And fully controlled

They’ve taken so much

But still want more

The future to be

Nineteen eighty-four

But hold on a moment

And back up the truck

You must think deep down

What the actual fuck

Is really occurring

In this twilight zone

The fate that is set for us

Now has been shown

~

And it aint looking pretty…

(c) MKW Publishing

Remember now… (poetry)

Remember now

In all the gloom

Within your mind

To make some room

So in the dark

No time to dwell

We must make haste

To break the spell

To not get caught

In all the fear

And have a focus

Something clear

A feeling maybe

Or thoughts of good

Some quiet time

To be calmly stood

And take a moment

From what you see

Get back to the point

Of just trying to be

~

Yourself

(c) K Wicks

They’re looking to squeeze …(poetry)

They’re looking to squeeze

Every last drop

Of your living soul

And they just won’t stop

It seems our lives

Have been forsaken

They will not give it

Power is taken

So before you give in

And may want to relent

It’s not run its course

And nowhere near spent

So gather your strength

For what is now right

When cometh the time

For freedom you fight

For that which you love

And do hold most dear

You’ll need a sharp focus

To look through all the fear

And see what it is

That they’re trying to hide

Work out where this goes

And then to decide

~

Which side you are really on

(c) MKW Publishing