A need for people… (poetry)

A need for people

Who are most bold

To wade on through

The ones controlled

Who follow blindly

A fake narrative

Giving up freedom

And a want to live

Because this web

That they have weaved

Needed us all

To be deceived

It’s time and thought

They want to steal

So change the goalposts

Of what is real

It’s been playing out

For quite an age

The foundations were laid

For the grandest stage

To take what we are

And what came before

Making us humans

Just merely folklore

~

In their strange vision of the future

(c) MKW Publishing

It’s even stranger… (poetry)

It’s even stranger

Than we could have feared

Like a hurtling train

That’s not being steered

It’s just so plain

And obviously clear

They want us all

Living in fear

Manufactured

And manipulated

A ridiculous set up

They’ve now created

That we are allowing

And watching unfold

When now is the time

We need to be bold

Just how much longer

Do we follow their lead

Pretending we have to

Instead of this need

To throw it all down

Enough has been done

They’ve got to admit

They had a good run

But who in our history

When proved they have lied

Did ever be graceful

And just step aside

~

Nobody

(c) MKW Publishing

The tension is building… (poetry)

The tension is building

It almost has taste

While all around us

They’re laying to waste

All that is good

And what came before

Taking and taking

But still wanting more

More of your life

Your time and your thought

They want people fearful

To be scared and distraught

But not all the folk

Are playing their game

Not everyone folded

And took on the shame

Instead, they held firm

And went with their heart

Seeing a darkness

Creep in from the start

Whatever is coming

It seems we can’t hide

So as it gets closer

We each must decide

Just where it is

That we want this to go

There’s no time to dither

And say you don’t know

~

Because if you don’t decide, they will

(c) MKW Publishing

Sometimes life… (poetry)

Sometimes life

Can seem quite hard

A need to be constantly

On your guard

Against yourself

And the world you see

When all you wanted

Was to simply be

But it got tough

And really quite gritty

Blow after blow

Made it real shitty

And for a time

It all seemed bleak

A search for some calm

While trying to speak

Shouting out loudly

Not saying a word

Everyone’s listening

Yet nothing gets heard

So day after day

One can but try

To make the best of it

And to apply

A new perspective

An alternative thought

For something different

Don’t sell yourself short

~

You’re worth more than that

(c) K Wicks

There’s more to come… (poetry)

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