Poem
Here is a poem.
we the people
We the people...
We dwell in a fortress made of lies,
Where fabricated images march aggressively across the screen,
Blurring our vision.
We the people...
Our fortress is a prison red, white, and blue
Where we the people languish, locked inside walls of propaganda,
Where we the people stare dumbly, blinded to the fleeting but true glimpses of reality.
We the people...
Far away.
Our army invades.
Smart bombs drop,
Machine guns fire,
But we the people are deaf to the murdering cannon's roar.