Gathering Darkness (October 16, 2019)

Sea of chaos

Where answers exist

And questions

Are left unspoken.

Blurring

Knowledge

And ignorance.

People drown

In information tsunamis

Crying out

For non-existing order.

Hubris

Crowned loyalty

By the masses.

Regardless

Denying truths.

Polarizing events

Once consider

Sacrosanct.

Measured

By the death toll

Of systemic collapses

To society's most vulnerable.

Dystopian beliefs

Like a metastasized cancer

Spread throughout politics

Tainting the soul.

As graveyards grow

Row by row.

Therisa © 2019 

Behind The Mask (October 13, 2018)

My soul

Lays before you

In judgment.

Although

Haven't done

Anything wrong.

Hatred and loathing

Flow from your words

And body language.

Antithesis

Personal beliefs

Come to life

You deny existing.

Calling yourself

“People politician

Working for the little guy”.

Anger and discord

Follows you

Personal dark cloud.

Half-truths outright lies

And negative stereotypes

Spreads your gospel

Unadulterated hate.

Media manipulation

Limited exposure

Avoiding flaws

Emperor's New Clothes.

Abundantly clear

People don't want reality

When seeking truth

Preferring edited fiction

Comforting worldview.

Therisa © 2018

Author's note: Another wee hours of the morning poem. My muse, rudely awakened me,

with a 3 am wake up call. Insisting that I write this out.

Sigh.

I'm not writing about Donald Trump, rather the emerging populist politician that’s gaining

power. Often, they're found on the right of the political spectrum, but not limited to this, as

Venezuela has proven.

This poem is written for the Poets United’s midweek motif, with abundance, as writing

prompt.