Poem — Mirror mirror on the wall….are you true, after all?

A poem about Corona, the present times and the past we so believe was pleasant

Corona the virus is a bigger threat than I thought, but then again I really, thought

Is this a first? Or just another curse in a brand new coat

If I look around and try to hear the sounds and visions near

BLM. International politics, white supremacy, conspiracy theories a bundle a pile

Sometimes they say “discard them as rubbish” and then I hear the proverb “there’s no smoke without a fire” ringing in my ear

Human, drug, sex trafficking and such

Do you think it’s actually possible without the top tier?

While the bad seed of deed transforms to be reborn

Who waters this seed to gain from pains

Don’t they know that no matter how much they make and power they consume

Nothing can be taken after death and is just left around

Manipulations of power and money have always sighted

As long as humanity lives inhumanity shall thrive

Who orchestrates and plays god from our toothpaste to obituaries we may never know I guess

While the puller of strings may change from time to time

The strings always remain to puppet us is a fact I disdain

The truth is that we don’t even know that we’re puppets

If we knew though could we untie ourselves and un-puppet ourselves but unfortunately no exact word for this exists

Ironic isn’t it but it’s so bloody true, but that saying “Ignorance is bliss” may have some weight to be true