They invent the games and call it entertainment.
If we are entertained, why do we suffer?
The Men, Women and Children, they wept.
A call amongst an echo “we are not mad enough”
Oh but we are mad, but it falls on deaf ears.
A peoples’ republic becomes a senator’s problem.
A reflection of their failure to govern.
We are puppets.
Strung along to the slaughter.
It is time for a call to the heavens, a prayer of salvation.
Alas, the prayer has been heard
And mankind will rejoice
Until the wind is as loud as the storm that once came.
mstellabear.blog was started with the goal to showcase the author’s written pieces in one space, a one-stop multimedia platform. Where you will find an expansive collection of original poems, personal essays, articles, and snapshots of the authors upcoming epistolary titled “Dear Mother, As always your daughter, Stella”.
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