Poem

Why am I reading this
Why is this on television?
What’s the purpose of letting us know?
What does the big picture show

Contaminated information
Tainted from above
This passes for fact if you don’t see
It’s meant to manipulate you and me

Endless streams of poisoned spin
To justify wars no army can win
Creating enemies on the outside
While the inner circle plot their genocide

Will it be a world wide war
Can we avoid that anymore?
It seems as if the Earth is doomed
On the threshold I hold my breath

Still I hold a sense of hope
One that’s strong and will not fold

Left foot on a treshold my right about to step
My world is ‘bout to disappear, is it because the end is here?
Everything is changing all there is, will there be anything left to miss
Time a line from start till end, future pasts are here and now
The perception of a lot to lose is caught up in future blues somehow

The end of history coming soon to a theater near you
Not to worry have no fear this was coming a long long way
A vanishing illusion, one that never trully was our own
I thankfully let go of what I thought was mine to keep