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Grand Illusion

by Chris Sorrenti


look around see the personal turmoil
of one problem solved giving birth to a litter
changes for the better only cosmetic
the grand illusion saunters wearily on

as we sit smugly on our white picket fences
fingers frozen in pointed complaint
complacent armor slowly eaten away
by the madness that mocks our technology

while bleeding for relief
from the ultimate tragedy
have and have nots as far apart
since industry shook us from the trees

at night within the safety of deadbolt trenches
we're fed the village news
supertribes dismantling doomsday but not the knowhow
handguns more plentiful than rice

the solution to this masterpiece is all too simple
but how to sell world government to the world
on the edge of utopia looking in through the glass
yet unable still to find a doorway

© 1994
Revised © 2016

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05/05/2016

Posted on 05/05/2016
Copyright © 2019 Chris Sorrenti

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Maria Francesca on 05/07/16 at 11:37 PM

I worry that world government is already a fact, and that those who govern it do so with utter lack of respect or regard for those being governed. But I probably just need another glass of wine.

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