Is it me or is this

Not real

There is something about

The way that it feel’s

Not like in a dream

Where all has meaning

Not like when tired

And feel like screaming

But staged

Like our political players

Do what they like

No matter our prayers

Is it me or is this


For such things stated

Are far past believing

But still the sheep follow

Listening to mouths

And minds that are hollow

Of meaning and lacking

In heart

Is it me or is this

Bloody world

Falling apart