Re-Writing Peace

The poison pen, the loaded gun
Both inclined to spoil the fun

The propaganda in your room
The lies they tell, about the moon

The twisted history, placed in mind
Like shackles bound round human kind

Forked tongued priests, of dark belief
Are here to serve the evil thief

Their wish for war, expressed by treason
Prepares another killing season

You cast your vote, to say ‘please no’
And pray ‘please stop’, but they say ‘Go’

You play the game, that they designed
With contracts made, you never signed

They throw your wishes down the well
Discarding truth, they offer hell

Then lead you down illusion’s pit
To warp your mind, and stifle wit

You thought that they were helping you
Until true reason changed your view

You found that they, held you in trance
Whilst feeding off your circumstance

So now you waken from the dream
To find the truth you hadn’t seen

Knowing you must start again
And quash the lies with truths new pen


© Steve Bentley