Demons of hate soar above the hollow thoughts <br />cackling their insanity into the hearts and minds <br /> <br />of the enslaved people of the mirage. A mirror <br />stands smoked upon the stage and the actors <br /> <br />prance around it celebrating the wonder of <br />the great deception. Simplistic murderers <br /> <br />detailed the latest adventure that they felt the <br />toy soldiers would care to march upon. The <br /> <br />leaders of the unsafe world declared themselves <br />to be honest men while they whispered their <br /> <br />deceptions to their wives in bed. They stood <br />upon the stage and celebrated the demons <br /> <br />flying overhead creating scenarios of death <br />which they felt was necessary to trim the <br /> <br />population. Surely goodness and mercy <br />would follow them all the days of their lives. <br /> <br />Mystic mental morons deeming the duty <br />of the population which they felt was the <br /> <br />pattern of the soul. How easy it was to <br />catch the news and count the dead in their <br /> <br />calculator rooms. Distance from the front <br />lines made their speeches ring with brave <br /> <br />determination while the drugs of life were <br />fed endlessly into the television screens of <br /> <br />the peopled strands of fate. Freedom begins <br />with one voice screaming 'we must have peace'.<br /><br />Chris G. Vaillancourt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/enslaved-people-of-the-mirage/
