A poem reflecting on war, manipulation, and hidden power.
It asks if people still follow leaders into conflict.
It warns about secret groups who use illusions and rituals to start wars for their own gain.
The author questions if society will notice these tricks or ignore them.
Key Themes.
The Cost of War:
Innocent families leave home and carry heavy loads while leaders stay safe.
Hidden Control:
Dark groups use secret plans, magic symbols, and lies to guide society.
Mass Deception:
People get tricked by loud speeches and fake promises.
A Call to Notice:
The poem challenges readers to wake up and see the truth.
(A lone voice whispers)
Do wide-eyed fools still sit or stand in strange lines, and watch as huge grey planes like in 39?
Set out at night carrying their children and their heavy backpacks off to war?
To satisfy those with incredible appetites who never fight?
The dark ones who travel in secret circles, of no rehearsals.
Using the power of blood and ritual magic, as their
gleaming weapons of the supernatural.
Hidden inside pagan long wagons, where their kin are gathered?
Praying to the low Heavens with eyes rendered by heavy sin.
As angry eyes mourn for people to forget all tarnished resolutions.
As they concoct more convincing illusions.
From their deep depths of secretive retreats.
Underneath and beneath the surface of the world, which emboldens them as time gets older.
And their old lust for war, sung in podium songs, gets louder.
Making political deserts bloom in any room they stand up in.
As their dark waters erupt, so their seeds once sown can grow faster.
Within blinded-sided travellers with their occult sideshows.
Fools gaslit in the wilderness from the secret domains of future's darkness.
Where followers pray no one sees through or breaks their spells.
No matter how much society yells?
Have you seen through their smokescreens yet?
Or would you rather walk by and forget?
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
