Whistle Stop

Dismissed as idle waves

dangerous demigods preach

denouncing the logic I crave

delivering falsehoods in every speech



Is there any hope

if one is blindly followed

in desperate attempts to cope

its poison willingly swallowed



So many flaws in the plastic veneer

subtle messages and direct threats combine

sadly mobs emulate that sneer

stepping over every line



Off that cliff we go

overturned by misperception

our future, our reality in tow

oblivion begins with deception





photo: Pexels



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