Re-Writing Peace

Re-Writing Peace

The poison pen
The loaded gun
Both designed
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
Have gathered to
Serve evils thief

Their source of war
Expressed as reason
Prepares another
Killing season

You cast your vote
To say ‘please no’
Then 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
To offer hell

Then lead you down
Illusions pit
To warp your mind
And stifle wit

You thought that they
Where helping you
Until true senses
Changed your view

You found that they
Held you in trance
Whilst feeding off
Your ignorance

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

Knowing you must
Start again
And quash the gun
With truths new pen

© Steve Bentley