Sitting in this dark room
Lies after lies made true.
And we listen,
Fully knowing the lies camouflaged as truth.
What they will say we know,
What they hide we don’t
Yet knowing what they are upto
We continue to live in false hope.
This is a game my friend
Of deceit and upmanship
It’s the skill of fooling you
Enticing and feeding your ego.
The truth is out there
It’s so visible on their faces
Look at those mock fake smiles,
Hear those made up jokes.
And we are expected to laugh
Take them on face value.
They lost their path years ago
Then they lost themselves
And now they target you
Buying you from your own self
2 comments:
Hey ..its been a longtime i read all ur poems...guess what, i got what i was expecting...:) this one is AWESOME!!!
I rate it a 4.5/5... beautifully phrased!! Had I chosen d same scenario i'd've written 3 pages, but u bombed it in a few half lines!!
it was WOW!!
I love these ...
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They lost their path years ago
Then they lost themselves
And now they target you
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