I don’t usually write about current events but in this case I’ll make an exception.

This Mess

“In shadows deep where whispers crawl,

The wealthy laugh while nations fall.

They stoke the flames of ancient hate,

To mask the strings that manipulate.

Puppets dance on gilded stages,

While people rage in scripted cages.

Divided eyes can’t see the hands

That plunder wealth across these lands.

Racial strife, a cunning guise,

For those who win are in disguise.

The true victors are cloaked in gold,

Reaping the spoils of lies retold.”