Like lines in the ever shifting sands
or winds that swirl and cannot be seen
reality blurs and truth is at risk
when politics blend with demands.
Magicians of circus reflections
bend truth and distort reality.
Shimmering figures make us laugh
sending us in different directions.
Sudden awareness that we are lost
shakes us awake; it might be too late
but we must try to find our way back
to who we truly are - any cost.
Drowsy from illusion's sheer blur
The way back home not easy to see
Our voices must rise loud and strong.
Voting the only path back that's sure.
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