Poems Of The Feather Pen #Wattys2016

Why is Writing Such an Escape for Me

Why is writing such an escape for me? Why do I even need an escape? This world, our home, was created to be beautiful. To be peaceful. To be loved. But it is dark and cold. Why do we send our troops through living Hell? Why are they willing to die for people who are indifferent about them? Have we been brainwashed by illusions of loyalty and freedom? Yes, I believe so. And yet, that's the thing about "believe". You can't spell it without "lie". If you "believe" a "lie" does it make it "truth"? And if truth is what you believe in then why do people say God is a lie? Could it be that everything is a lie? Or could it be that everything is truth? Shall we ever know? We can't be sure. So what if "listen" and "silent" are spelled with the same letters? Does that make it true? No! The best way to listen is to be loud! But that's not the way our stereotypical pigs that we call government want us to learn. They want us to go quietly to the slaughterhouse and do as we're told like good little livestock. And the rebels, the ones who fight the silent chaos, are labeled as criminals and killed. The ones who speak truth die fastest. Why is that? I think I know. Because they are a threat to the master plan. The plan to scrub clean everyone's free will, personal opinion, personality, everything that makes us who we are. They want us to be clones of their "perfect citizen". But they're smart. They do it slowly, subtlety. We don't know it. They creep into the minds of our children. Of our children's children. Of our children's children's children! But we. Won't. Know. We will NEVER know. And that just. The way. They. Like it.