Pool

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Feb 20, 2019 

Life,
it gabs
you.
Pulls
you into
this place.
Throws
you 
into the 
deep
end of
the pool.
Determined.
Accident 
of birth. 
Location 
determines
indoctrination.
Force fed 
nonsense,
brainwashed 
to be
who you become.
Fighting,
keeping head
above water.
No chance 
to think,
to question.
What’s going
on? 
No answers, 
only
questions.
Charlatans 
promise answers.
They
 have none.
Confusion!
Fighting 
to the
bitter end.
Wow!

 

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