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In the other world

I dreamt of a world where a handful of media corporations controlled    
what the masses could hear.  
It sent a shiver of fear through me.  
It seemed that I was lost in a mass population  
A delusional pop culture fantasy world.  
 
In this kind of world we did not care, about great thieves blundering    
from us.  
Buying up the very same empty promises that they created    
when they stole from us.  
Those very same promises to pay that had such    
a devastating effect on this world’s economies.  
In this kind of world we do not care of the goings on with our leaders.    
That former ambassadors would frighten us like children when they    
conjured up devils for us to fear.    
 
It would spread like a cancer    
If we didn’t take our medicine they would conjure up more bogie men    
that hide in dark caves from us.  
 
It wouldn’t matter in this kind of world that men who would betray us    
and themselves.  
Gave thanks to mad man who they would rather slay.  
Hold instead them dear as partners of a terrible war of fear.  
For this is normal trade relations in this world.    
In this world no one cared about history.  
History in this pop culture fantasy world does not exist.  
 
In this world the people want to believe that the media is working for    
them.  
As they show us scenes of our brave air force defending the    
skies of Lands far away.  
We cheer and feel good at their display.    
 
It doesn’t matter in this world that they now provide air support for    
their enemies.  
Who they did fight but now aid them in their blight.  
 
In this world it doesn’t matter when mad men are toppled.  
Leave behind them potential for other devils to rise from the ashes.    
In this world it only matters to create more chaos and instability to fulfill    
the greed of a few.  
 
It only matters to keep the illusion of a pop culture fantasy world going.  
In this world it is not about integrity, honesty or truth, it’s about    
distraction; it’s about fooling the people out of their treasure, it’s    
about selling them further down the road, it’s about me facing that    
devil that has brought me to this delusional dream.  
 
 
 
 
 
 
Written by teljames
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