Charlatans

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Mar 10, 2020 

Here.
We are
here.
Don’t know
why.
Don’t know
how.
Fear.
Fear of the
unknown.
Fear.
Eyes opened
seeing.
Believing
needing,
following.
Unsure.
What to do?
Who to
listen to?
Who to
trust,
believe?
Who knows
anything?
Charlatans
all.
Knowing nothing.
Game.
All just
a game.
Power.
Control.
Looking
listening
learning.
Knowing
nothing.
Why?
Why anything
at all?

 

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