rockets of misinformation
unleashed
planets jump out of orbits
perceive invaders
as messengers of God
spelling doom
rockets hit the Sun
unplanned self-immolation
but remnants of lies
scattered in the universe
fake orbits
to house planets
who misinterpreted
Power
It destroys the source
yet lets the impact remain
-polluted mindsets
carrying imprints
of what ceased to exist
memories ago
Power and Illusion
shake hands
it’s their best kept secret
so far … but
not so good
-let people see
what suits power suits
-let people hear
voices of doom
and seek protection
from so-called well-wishers
and be doomed forever

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Oooh.
“Power and Illusion
shake hands
it’s their best kept secret”
Powerful.
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Thank you so much, Melissa!
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Stunning! A sharp poem ma’am ❤️
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Thank you, Aboli!
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I don’t think anyone else has chosen this image yet Reena, and I think they would have a hard job matching yours! I love the wordplay in ‘what suits power suits’ at the end. You’ve captured the atmosphere in the world at the moment in your poem. The phrases ‘rockets of misinformation’ and ‘remnants of lies’ set the tone and ‘Power and illusion shake hands’ brought to mind a photo of Trump and Putin from a few years ago.
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Bang on! I thought of the same duo too, plus some national ones 😂
Thanks for the detailed comment, Kim!
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You’re more than welcome, Reena!
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Wow! Never thought about what might be written on the paper airplanes
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Will you read one next time?
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Well done! I liked this…
Power and Illusion
shake hands
it’s their best kept secret…
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Thank you, Dwight!
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You are wecome.
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Bravo!
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome
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