This world has been designed to house the Lie.
At no time is that lie more clear than when
the salesmen we call politicians vie
to take us for a ride and vote… again.
Why do we fall into this trap like sheep,
imagining they’ll bring us good and wealth;
allowing them to put us all to sleep
with falsehood. They seduce our minds by stealth.
(But yet I have this vision in my soul
when all is one and only goodness reigns;
where rulers are defunct and have no role;
where red and blue are flowers and love pertains).
I cringe at what these middlemen avow.
Why can’t it just be like that vision… now?
© Alan Morrison, 2015