The Unwinnable Game
Like insects oblivious to their death when lured
Sheep remain complacent. Following the herd
Drinking thirstily from the fountain of lies
Happy in their ignorance. Ignoring the cries
Masked in False hope and promises unkept
Constantly being watched. Surveyed while they slept
They cast their spells like sorcerers, or magicians
Telling their lies, like any good politician
The stage has been set, wearing their Sunday best shoes
But remember. Whoever wins. We all still lose
I'll admit. Probably not my best work. Critiques are always welcome. I just felt it somewhat appropriate, given the season. Probably a little on the dark, and pessimistic side, but the times, being what they are..pretty much how I feel about the whole damn thing.
