Truth Bridge and Mirrors

Peace

They say people across the bridge are different

Straight silly, strait cities, separate many. 

Who's really

Independent

They say it's a lesser of two evils

I think it's a lesser of two people

Both of which most see through

The revolution is upon us

Conformed thoughts and shells clap, what's beneath you?

Law and order, Ha!

Cool story, poor moral, poor meals, porridge poured in them

Forcing men.

Pouring them more... 

No.

More action? 

Just four more

Four more body cams, four more training camps, for more conversations

...and we know we can't.

But we wait again.

Walls up. Boarded in

Most of us ghost

Disappear when the truth is near

Confessing sins, afraid of what the booth reveals

Or are you facing you, when the spook appears?

I mean, what's really on the inside?

I need a Groupon for all this dope

Head a futon to avoid my woke

Radio's on; good God. The word he spoke

Here's a coupon for the price of hope.

Reviews

[Nariko]

I like how it rhymes. This is such a catchy poem! I can kinda imagine this being a song.

[Kathy Van Kurin]

"Truth Bridge and Mirrors"
Ty,
Your poem provided a "list" of possible introspective possibilities of the rantings of our world stage.
"Both of which most people see through." and "conformed shells clap." and "cool story, poor moral."
I found this as journalism in our media. What is revealed to be truth only twisted to fit the tingling ears of how people want it to be.
"Four more body cams, four more training camps, for more conversations." This is a signal of trouble
"most of us ghost. Disappear when the truth is near." Truth has always been the spin but even that depends on who's side we are on.
Great poem and very thought provoking.
Blessings,
Kathy

[Victoriana]

The last column went straight for the heart-laughing and the nowadays society.

I really enjoy your writing!