by Steven Gulvezan
You are not at their mercy
Ignore them
Reports of their power
Over you
Are misleading
They send
Airships of misinformation
Floating into
Your mantra
Watch them as they float
Past
And out the other side…
Or perhaps you might
Send sparrows
With flaming twigs
Held in their tiny beaks
Flying up
To intercept
The airships…
Hydrogen and fire
Ignite and
Pop!
Oh the humanity!
You laugh…
Only bald liars
Would steal
Your serenity
And attempt to encase you
In gloom
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