The Great Illusion

 

Are we here?

Are we here on this planet?

My guess is,

     You couldn’t be further from the truth!

 

A soldier knows a thing or two,

Each one has their tales,

And all,

      Face a point where time becomes

Meaningless,

Becomes saturated with guilt

For the life they had bestowed,

For none,

     In realization would choose

To dance around bullets and bombs

And,

     You can hardly blame them,

You cannot point an accused finger

While compliant with a system

That’s proven in corruption,

     Aye,

Many a soldier sit in climates

Where only speedy eyes and

Precognition means their very survival,

     And all become tainted by

Visions and fantasies of rape

For their wives and girlfriends

They lust for, when thousands

Of miles from home,

     Fantasies, not new

On this realm,

 

Are we here?

Or are we wired up

To a controller,

A bio-mechanism that’s

Subjected to torture,

      From soldier to civilian,

Are we here I ask again?

     As the nightmares plague

Our disturbed sleep,

And the Beeb are interrogating

The celebrities they put there

In the first place,

To seduce our youngest folk

With tales of glory

 

Are we here,

For my guess is,

This be the Hell they have created

Just to imbue upon our weaknesses

Their sense of power,

For all are corrupted,

All at the mercy of overlords

That care not for the experiment

They are undertaking on us,

They care not,

They care not

They care not!

 

     When you die,

You wake!

And find yourself in the realms

Of a world keen to

Interrogate your experience,

To find out just what you went through,

     But they know,

‘They’…………know!

 

     But sometimes,

You do not wake,

You’re dead as they pull

The wire from your real torso,

For if you shout loud enough

About the injustice of this world,

They will,

     Kill your controller bio-mechanism,

Then you’re gone for good,

Roaming only like a ghost

As your spirit no longer has

A place to dwell,

 

Myth you say,

Fantasy, details of the macabre

Told by a soldier placed

Inside his shell when

He had already left,

Bereft of hope for this world

Bereft of hope for the millions

Suffering silent grief,

And all belief in God,

Gone!

 

     This world,

Is hidden amongst a hologram

To camouflage our true

Place of origin,

     And no-one really wins,

No one person can say

They are not tainted

By a world so vicious,

So vicious,

I cry for each and every cherub

Born herein,

And the only win,

Is to tell your controller to run.

 

There, and then

In meanings of survival,

Be the only way to gain freedoms,

For wisdom tells this veteran,

The world is being bumped.

She’s closing down,

Corruption has won,

And we are not allowed,

Not allowed to meet

The beings that might just,

Have saved us all.

 

Michael J Waite 15th January 2014.