Welcome to the propaganda war

Welcome to the war you never knew you were a part of.
Until the moment you did.

But once you arrive, how do you know which side is the side for good?
And which is the side for evil?
When there is no such thing as perfection.

No buts
No believe mes
No messiahs to rescue us
No billionaires who care about anything other than their billions

And when it gets too much
Remember we're all with you
Fighting in a hundred different directions, making mistakes and muddling through.

And we love you
Even if we disagree

A.J. Ponder

First published on Twitter 

I'd explain this poem, but does it need explaining? 
I think most of us have realised that there's a few things in this world that need urgent fixing. And that the world could be an amazing place, but as the authors of "Why Nations Fail" pointed out, the first thing that needs to happen, is we need to stop concentrate all the wealth, resources and power into the hands of a very few, and spread them around like muck.

Lets help all the flowers grow. Instead of piling it up into stinking cesspools of...

If you're looking for more poems of a similar ilk, here are two more swamp monster poems and The Masque of Anarchy by Percey Shelly to choose from. :) 

The Lords of the Sea

Draining the Swamp of all Human Decency

The Masque of Anarchy

\Happy reading, A.J. 

And if you're interested in my other writing, please check out what's new on my blog: https://ponderbooks.com

My books are available wide, and my favourite, Quest is now out in audiobook. (If you're in US Chirp is the cheapest option 😊😎)

The Monsters are Real

Okay - today's Tuesday Poem on a Wednesday is "The Monsters are Real"
I'm hoping to post some motivational "poetry" soon - so look out for that. :)

The Monsters are Real

What do you do when the monsters are real
and they're not hiding under the bed?

What do you do when the monsters reveal
that they like to play with your head.

It's zeroes and ones
until it becomes
a dance with truth
and deceit.
Tell me, what will you do when faceless suits
dance to their puppeteer's drum?

So what do you do when the monsters are real
and they're not hiding under you bed?

And what do you do when with murderous glee
the monsters complain of civility?

"Oh oysters, pitiful wretches,
come and walk with me
the day is - oh, so hot
and my tears are wet, as wet could be."

Tell me, what will you do now the monsters are real
and they're not hiding under your bed?

Now the gaslight is on
And the bedroom's not safe
Can you see that the monsters are real?
Their words are fair, and their acts are foul,
with tongues are as divided
as the rage they can't keep in their heads.

Will you believe what they say?
Will you believe what we say?
Will you believe it today?
Will the propaganda mess with your head?

Come, will you become a faceless suit -
and dance to their puppeteer's drum?
 
What do you do when the monsters are real -
and the monsters come for your head? 

A.J. Ponder

 A.J. Ponder is the author of Quest - to find out more about Quest, follow this link to Quest on my author website.