Infected Poem by Dan Uher

Consumed in this deception
Propaganda gives warm receptions
We are infected by power
To stand alone and tower
All the little
Right up the middle
Lost hopeless and wronged
Not so very strong

The deed was done
We freed a ton
But still we need more
We are a needle at their core
Injecting them with fear
They no longer see clear

Why are we so divided?
Since the forces collided?
The infection of power
Fills any darkest hour