The old ones will go,
The wise must leave,
Keepers of our history,
Shuttled away, shut away,
Gravely grieve the family,
Silenced and separated,
No more tales, no prayers,
Dared to share, no whispers
Passed to ears not there,
Who will sound the alarm,
Alert the young of harm
To their humanity
None will remain
To recognize the chains
Of a badge, a mark,
A stain on the name
Of any whom question
The masters’ game
Of illusion, speak Bernays
To the people we
Indoctrined to the religion,
Ignorance is freedom,
The ugly truth fuels hate,
Wisdom is under assassination,
Fear is powerful weaponry,
And evil always has
Cookies baking.
Joan❤
Copyright 2021 Joan Wiley
“Of illusion, speak Bernays” – I see what you did there 🙂
Well done. Good piece!
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