Marching

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Aug 19, 2023 

Marching
zombies
on parade.
Spinning
minds.
Minds
full of
clay,
mush.
Propaganda.
Mass
hypnosis,
souls
beyond
repair.
Masters
in control.
Following
orders.
Doing
what’s
been
sold.
History
replete
with such
things.
Banners
high.
Marching
to the
brink.
Cliff in
sight.
Marching
still.
Programming
strong.
Critical
thinking
never on
display.
Nonexistent.
Round and
round again.
So the
story
goes.

 

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