The Illusion

The Illusion

Grey shadows present themselves,

in orange, yellow and white,

atop of youth’s perceptions,

in the dreams that come at night.

Their forms are rich and lavish,

waiting, and yours to achieve,

enticed by hidden essence,

in illusions that they weave.

and when you wake up startled,

by disasters that they feed,

you’ll come to know their sunset,

and their program filled with greed.

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The Activist Poet