'' We'Re All Being Conned '' Poem by Bri Mar

'' We'Re All Being Conned ''



There's evil and bad,
The sane and mad,
Who determines which one you'll be,
Throughout life you'll either be sad or glad,
Sometimes both there's some would agree.

There's wrong and right,
Those who would fight,
The peace lovers who die without pause,
Are they any different from those we indict?
As they also fight for their cause.

Some assist some use,
Who do you accuse?
On the innocent you will feel their fury,
Does it all depend on whom you abuse,
Who will be their judge and jury?

There's give and take,
Those on the make,
Who's in a position to decide?
It's hard to judge the genuine from the fake,
As behind many masks they do hide.

There's love and hate,
Which we'll never abate,
But how will you know which is real,
The chaos either or will create,
Will materialise in just how you feel.

To detect lies from truth,
You need to be a sleuth,
Even then you may well get it wrong,
Though hiding the facts can be so uncouth,
Such tales can carry you along.

Do we live and die,
Is life but a lie,
Created by another beyond,
There's confusion and clarity in equal supply,
Could that mean,

‘' We're All Being Conned ‘'

Saturday, January 3, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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