Illusion

We’ve earned nose bleed
seats to staged circus acts
showcasing ignorance in
deadly joust with hatred.
Blind eyes fixed on censored
screens of propaganda feeders.
A world of puppets strung
along on glittering strings
to brutalize their brother
in the name of false promise.
We mindlessly fall into
every polished trap laid
to hinder the unity of society.
Shall we regard with shallow
disdain the varying colors that
blend us in unique beauty when
we all bleed the same shade?
We bought the myth of freedom
in the blood money of our sons.
They drink the champagne of
plunder as we grovel at the
well of poisoned waters.

Nicole Surginer is a poet who simply writes what weighs on her heart with no attention to any particular style or genre Read other articles by Nicole.