Life is a quest for significance;
the truth matters to some;
too many settle for indifference;
and so, the conflict’s begun.
Analytical skills have become rare;
we want facts served on platters;
no longer do we think or care;
and the truth, no longer matters.
We want to be told, what to believe;
verbal assaults on us, make us weary;
real truth; often impossible to conceive;
dismissed as a conspiracy theory.
Serious matters, we’d like to forget;
ignored by politicians making rounds;
life’s now become a circus, we regret;
can somebody send in the clowns.
The Master created a world of choices;
granting all, within, free will;
allowing all lives to their own voices;
now, all are told, “Be still!”
In the heavenly realm, freedom’s a given;
abusive choices, sent all below;
an evil kingdom, by false kings, driven;
leaves the righteous, no place to go.
Pseudo masters, and pontificating kings;
demanding we all, dance to their beat;
fears of their power, ultimately brings:
dissolution of freedom for a nation of sheep.
Indifference and ignorance are making the rounds;
freedom’s destruction is imminent, and near;
please, by all means, send in the clowns;
never mind; don’t bother; they’re here.
The Cardboard Breadman
8/11/21.