The lines were blurred so long ago
In ancient times of wicked woes
Gods of war, monsters, men
Wreaking havoc with their pens
Declarations for the nations
Turning wheels to fire
Subjugation of the masses
Placing faith in liars
Battle lines are nothing more
Than smoke and mirrors by the score
Fantastical tales we tell
Exploiting fears with sorcerer’s spells
Tricks for eyes deceive the mind
Magicians dressed in suits and ties
Sleight of tongue, the truth denied
Slyly life is compromised
These lines they draw on killing floors
They crisscross ancient cityscapes
Side by side, we watch and wait
Cultivate the seeds of hate
Walking streets alone together
Obliviousbon our phones, we sleep
Madmen manifest the weather
Recycling the tears we weep
Welcome to the movie
Get your popcorn at the door
The ticket is your mind, you see
A counterfeit reality
Unaware how time dissolves
How genocides unfold
We blink and change the channel
And so easily lose our souls
It begins with just a word: my friend
A claim they stake from God above
Based on nothing but a thought
A nursery rhyme that they were taught
And so the child believes a lie
Was nurtured by another lie
Can’t recall who said it first
But it must be the truth
Perpetuated by a priest
At least a man of words
And likewise, what we hear
Becomes the sum of all our fears
But now the message changes
As the chess board’s rearranged
The players all have guns
Or swords or clubs or sticks and stones
Their words are surely daggers
And their tongues are steely knives
Cutting down the innocent
Thinking they’ve arrived
In masses by the millions
We are one, yet all alone
Lost inside our phones
We find our avatars have lied
The past mistakes repeated
But this time, it’s all sublime
For death is so delightful
When it’s captured in a rhyme
Metaphors of love and war
And blood that flows like wine
While all the monsters toast themselves
Manipulating minds
The world is very different now
The lines are clearly blurred
The men who built the future
Are diseased without a cure
Waiting for a savior
As they live their lives alone
Worshipping the monsters
In a church inside their phones
Contented with complacency
Begging bread on bloodied knees
Bowing to their AI gods
Robots on electric thrones
The power and the glory
Once bestowed on mortal men
Destroyed by their own monsters
Back to dust from whence they came
TM DiSarro
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Art: Mariusz Lewandowski
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